hello, this is Victoria
I have something very important to say
so please listen
I've been searching for you
and I think you might be my mother
you see, my husband works
at the university
in the office of Multi-Cultural Affairs
he introduced me to the director, Mr Smith
he stared into my eyes
as if he was hypnotised
I traced his steps as he walked across the room
where books on art, architecture, etc. were kept
he pulled out the latest edition of
Quilt Sampler Magazine
there was a picture of a lady
with my same green eyes
Could that be your article on portrait quilts?
well yes but...
oh mama, we talked...words flowed;
along with a flood of tears
he said I have a combination of your smile and his lips
and without a doubt, your personality
oh my darling baby girl...I've waited a lifetime to hear your voice...
I know mama, my only ambition has been to find you
but at times it was dampened by fear...
fear that you would rather live a secluded life...
while never recovering from the day of our seperation...
the day of my birth
oh my baby girl...excuse me my darling, I mean Victoria...
say no more mama, I know you must be overwhelmed from
our attention demanding conversation...
Here's my number...call me in the morning,
we will surely make plans to meet very soon
I have a daughter...
her name is Sara