By the age of three
I grew up not knowing who my father was
It was a well kept secret that only my mother loved
A well kept secret that my sister often voiced
A well kept secret that only my mother would rejoice
Maybe so she could keep me all to herself
For I did not look like my father
So it is was easier for her to love someone else
But for my sister
Tension grew between the two
For she resembled that man
And for that reason only she often received the back of our mother’s right hand
They did not get along in my childhood
Too much pride and shame
I wonder if they ever will
I pray they do
In Jesus’ Holy name.
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T Murray - The Poet
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