Patti Masterman


My father was an orphan


My father was an orphan,
And so I was an orphan;
My father never knew his fathers name,
And so I never knew my fathers name.

My father lost his mother young,
And I also lost my mother young;
My life followed every curve of his,
And I could imagine, his battle to live.

His childhood was diffused in me,
Percolating down, his song of being-
But cells talk to cells, closer than breath,
And life learns life- in spite of death.

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I was adopted at three days of age,
by my parents, who knew my birth mother,
and it was an arranged adoption- sort of
like an arranged marriage; and I consider
myself quite lucky how it all worked out.

Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2011
Edited: Monday, September 26, 2011

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  • Eric Cockrell (9/26/2011 8:42:00 PM)

    this is an excellent... been trying to comment on it on and off all day... inspired me to write the poem 'Ingrained'... thank you! (Report) Reply

  • Jim Troy (9/26/2011 1:50:00 PM)

    Such a heart wide open and beautiful poem you have woven with this one. The
    last four lines are so powerful and awesome and a truth we just understand to
    be, Remarkable and heart warming... Thanks for sharing..

    Jim Troy (Report) Reply

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