My father was an orphan, <br />And so I was an orphan; <br />My father never knew his fathers name, <br />And so I never knew my fathers name. <br /> <br />My father lost his mother young, <br />And I also lost my mother young; <br />My life followed every curve of his, <br />And I could imagine, his battle to live. <br /> <br />His childhood was diffused in me, <br />Percolating down, his song of being- <br />But cells talk to cells, closer than breath, <br />And life learns life- in spite of death. <br /> <br />****************************************** <br /> <br />I was adopted at three days of age, <br />by my parents, who knew my birth mother, <br />and it was an arranged adoption- sort of <br />like an arranged marriage; and I consider <br />myself quite lucky how it all worked out.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-father-was-an-orphan/
