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