When children are placed for adoption, their whole world is turned upside down. Whatever identity they had with Mom and Dad is snatched away. Some arrangements turn out great, but sadly, some kids are never placed in a good home. I was one of the fortunate ones. I had great adoptive parents. Years after the passing of my adoptive parents I decided to pursue my birth identity. Through the courts, I was notified that my birth mother had passed away, and my father was not mentioned. I found out that I have two brothers. I am the oldest. My mother gave me and my youngest brother up for adoption. An adopted child has so many emotional issues. We feel anger, grief, pain, joy, happiness, and love. The emotions I thought were laid to rest with the passing of my parents have reemerged with the knowledge of my birth family. Expressing my life in poetry is how I have been able to deal with so many unanswered questions.