there is one thing missing
in my pictures of the day i was brought home.
i know i was a wee one. with lots of
dark, brown hair - and big, curious brown eyes
i know my parents were in ski clothes
when they came for me - the call of
my arrival came as they prepared to head
to Crystal Mountain on that unusually
sunny February morning.
the excitement in their eyes is clearly
reflected in the pictures in the album.
I rode home from the hospital with my parents
in a 1965 Buick Skylark
but i wonder about the woman who
carried me in her body to give me
a chance at life with a family ready
for me.
what did her eyes reflect that day?
who drove her home from the hospital?
who held her hand during labor?
did she want to change her mind- even for a moment?
did she hear my cry?
does she hear it still?
i'm just wondering.
- june 2003
