Monday Morning Poetry, May 29

Mistake

 

How would you like to be a “mistake?”

My folks – after doing their duty

blessed the world with six children.

 

Then, lo and behold,

seven years later I decided

to take a crack at existence.

“Woila, here I am!”

 

Well, hospitality was not the initial reaction

by any of our small clan.

But my smile, my blue eyes,

my giggle – gradually won my folks over.

 

It took a few years before the “mistake” became a “gift.”

The “mistake” became the apple of my father’s eye

and the pearl in my mother’s heart.

 

So there – you six siblings –

put that in your pipe and smoke it.

 

Bishop Robert Morneau