On December 11, 1956
A rare woman gave birth to me
A woman of unconditional love
The umbilical cord of love she shares with me
That she knew something about me
Then someone put their nose
Where it didn’t belong
And took me away from her
Unaware of how love can be so strong
That too something she knew about me
I was adopted by wonderful parents
To accompany an older adopted sister
Love grows in many splendid ways
A loving family from a biological twister
Another piece to the puzzle something about me
At four years old
I was rushed into Boston Children’s Hospital
Severe tummy pains turned into appendicitis
My life almost ended there and then
But my adoptive mother wouldn’t let it happen
For two weeks something she knew about me
A ten-year-old boy with virgin heart was I
Until one day a young girl stole my heart
She knew not what she’d done
She just smiled that smile
And four years later she too knew something about me
I was once touched by the wag of a tail
A dog so happy to be with me
Instilling in me a love for all animals
That the intellect of another species was friendly
They seemed to know something about me
I was brought up to be polite and honest
To not take what does not belong to me
To give to others in need
To know the difference between right and wrong
Stand up for what I believe
Teaching even myself something about me
I spent ten years searching for my birth mother
Only to find her gravesite five years too late
My half-sister thought she knew me well
That I don’t know what love is
For which she stabbed me in the back
Now I know something about her and she about me
Many people think they know me
But it’s not really me they know
They want me to be someone
Who makes them feel better about themselves
Even if it’s made up of lies
Some people fear the truth in something about me
And yet, a select few know me true
They can read between the lines
My beliefs not confused with that of their own
That all I want in life is peace on Earth
For everyone to just get along
Now that’s something about me
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Wonderful words showing your life AP and I am most honoured to be able to read about it.
Love The Moody Blues.
Andy
And I most honored to have you commenting here Andy. I also love the Moody blues. 🎼🎶🎵
Your life story is too motivating AP.
Can't get over these lines.......
"Many people think they know me
But it’s not really me they know
They want me to be someone
Who makes them feel better about themselves
Even if it’s made up of lies
Some people fear the truth in something about me"
Thank you Meera for your review of my poem. You know how it is, sometimes they just write themselves. 😉
Good write AP.
Thanks Orchi. 👍
Wow Dearest A.P such courage to write your autobiography into a poem, and may I say touched my heart deeply, as I know you well, you have always been selfless and a gentleman who feels uncomfortable around confrontation and I know you are also a sensitive soul with a massive amount of love and hope in your heart, of course it doesn't suprise me a bit that all you really want to see and feel is peace and love between everyone. What a beautiful thought my dear friend. 🌹
An autobiography in a poem, I hadn't thought of it that way but I suppose you're right Teddy. And you ARE one of those select few who know me well, even though we are on opposite sides of the planet. You paint a very favorable picture of me and one I hope I have lived up to in my 67 years. I've made mistakes along the way but I do learn from my mistakes. And the friends I have here on MPS like you and a few others mean the world to me because you take me for who I am. Huge hugs comming at you from across the pond. 🫂
You are dearly loved 💙
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A powerful write, AP. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for reading and commenting Tom. 😉👍
Wow what a journey and now I know a bit more of the man that writes before me and an honour to have a repor
I cried a few tears maybe for you or me, took a deeper breath when you said it was 5 years to late.
Thank you for being you 1000% I wish you harmony and balance for the rest of your days.
Thank you Dan, that was mostly my own fault that I had not found my birth mom before she past. I should have started sooner. But, she did help me as I scrolled through the library reel looking for her obituary, I had no idea what she looked like. But when her photo quickly went by, I said STOP! THAT'S HER!. I actually recognized her even though I'd never seen her. I felt like I was looking in the mirror. It proved to me that connection between Heaven and Earth was real and in our hearts. I always feel her beside me, ALWAYS! 🌹
Magical my friend yes the eyes I see in my new born son is as if the ancient but new love I've been connected to before.... the eyes never lie.
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