Back on that day when mom would call

She was so eager to tell all

I had to work, so tried to stall

But that's when she began to bawl


Went right away, I do recall
Her tears looked like a waterfall


Took kids to school, and hurried there

I calmed her down into her chair

I held her, listened, showed I care

I understood now her despair 


She begged to keep him, so unfair
And every night, for him, a prayer


To help her then,I grabbed the phone

I wondered if he lived alone

And would he be just like a clone

Of brothers three, I'd always known


He lives in a dif'rent time zone
A happy heart or heart of stone?


So thankful it worked out that day

Not long after, mom passed away

Two brothers joined her, our dismay

Close to my new brother, I'll stay


And for each other we both pray
We're made in part of the same clay


Until that day I had no clue 

Mom didn't tell, we never knew

Not one iota, it is true

Until the year of "92"


Some time together's overdue
Thankful you found us;I love you!

My Merry~go~Rhyme Rules:
1. must rhyme
2. must be fun
3. normal 4 line stanzas
4. a fun line or 2 between each stanza (for the up and down carousel effect)
5. and mostly carefree and joyful (for the round and round effect)
6. may have sadness in poem, but must have joyful ending, to keep the theme going

My mom was engaged to be married when she was in college. She had to give up her baby for adoption after he broke up with her when she told him. She suffered for years for making that decision. She told my father when they met, but never told us kids until that day when she was forced to tell, when she found out that he was looking for her. So she called me before I went to work. The rest is in this poem.

She didn't live long after that and only met Roger a couple times, but we have a close sibling relationship now. I am thankful that she got to meet him before God took her at such a young age. I do, actually we do still have one other awesome brother, Greg.

It just so happened that my husband and I were going to Vegas that weekend. So we rented a car and had it planned to meet him in a restaurant in Phoenix. It was amazing as all the people there watched to see the meeting. It was an Oprah moment for sure, and he spotted me right away since I look like my mom.

He was an only child and his parents had been so generous to tell all about her and even had a picture of her. Since then we have met many times until I started having trouble get around easy enough. We stay in touch by text and phone calls.
So hopefully someday again soon.



My mother loved butterflies and I always think of her when I see one. That is why I chose the art I did.

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