On the Chance our Origins Concur

On the Chance our Origins Concur

A Poem by Richard Williams
"

The discovery of siblings was a shock to my dear mother.

"


The winter afternoon formed an undertow

of astonishment, and built an obelisk of surprise.
As she read the letter, she got goose bumps
and felt a tingle in her spine. She told
me how it overwhelmed. It was the height
of suddenness and the fountainhead of fate.
A brother, two sisters, unknown to her,
a family scattered like sand in childhood.
Enrichment and revelation; to suddenly learn
of them, like found money only more profound.

She sat back in her chair and reread the letter.
Is this for real? Things like this happen only
on television or in novels. Now the phone calls,
the visitations, the reunions...a year
of Hershey bars and bushel basket memories
eagerly consumed, the adoptions, the foster homes,
the information crackling like egg shells.
A parachute year in descents of peppermint,
a keepsake year...a stunning afternoon,
a quickening of her pulse.

                                     It expressed some doubt;
perhaps this reach across the years would fall short.
Yet the embryo of hope was sown as well; a number
to call, new people to know. Her agenda set aside,
she read the words again and let her thoughts abide.
After supper she sat quiet for some time
just to catch her breath, and the winter night
beheld her drama with twenty thousand eyes.
She gathered memories and joy, and reached
for the telephone.


© 2010 Richard Williams


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Nothing is more spectacular in this life…
Than the unexpected reunion with our kith and kin…
Whom we had thought ….will never meet….
This story is really touching…


Posted 13 Years Ago


you capture her astonishment and the settling into the actuality of it all very well~

a year
of Hershey bars and bushel basket memories

this made me smile with its simple beauty all the more affecting because of its every day inserted into a spectacular occurence~

it's sort of the same way I felt when an older brother popped up on my doorstep when I was 24~ and then they just kept coming~ lol~ my father was abusy man~ =)~
much enjoyed!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 10, 2010
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