TO CHRISTINE SANTOS -MY
DAUGHTER FROM OUT OF THE BLUE
I dangled at the end of my
heritage chart,
a childless uncle, adrift
and apart;
wandering home from time
to time,
just living my life; no
reason or rhyme.
The world would end if the
likes of me
were counted on for
posterity;
a curious drifter who'se
life's a mystery;
would somewhere die and
vanish from history.
Such was I, plodding
about,
intent-fuzzy, aimless of
route,
when out of the blue an
email came
that rocked my world and
changed my game.
I think you are my father
it said.
I knew it was true the
moment I read:
Judith's my mother, long
years remote
you and she sowed a wild
oat.
Nine months later I
arrived.
Now all grown up age
twenty five.
Last week mom gave me your
name.
You were easy to find,
you've a bit of fame.
I don't wish to bring
trouble or bother;
I just want to know my
genetic father.
Some of my feelings and
manner collide
with Spanish culture where
I reside.
Perhaps knowing you could
help me make sense
as I seek to shape my
providence.
My heart surged, I thanked
stars above;
I have a descendent—
someone to love.
Genetics quickly
proved—all was true:
you really were me, I
really am you.
My soul can hardly contain
my joy
and I promise my wit and
will to deploy
to be the best father and
faithful friend
A very proud and happy father embraces his daughter from out of the blue.
You do have a gift with words, Randy. Something I wish I had. Well said!
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Mitchell
What a beautiful story! A found treasure for the both of you! May you share many wonderful and happy years together!
ReplyDeleteNicely said. You are a lucky guy. MaryMatzek
ReplyDeleteSo happy for you. We all need a purpose.
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