Lose ‘High Hopes’, Gain A Sister
When I first saw you, I was thunder struck.
You were driving by in a flat bed truck.
Sun burst blonde hair falling free.
The prettiest sight I could ever see.
You pulled into a restaurant parking lot.
You got out and you were looking hot.
I pulled in and parked there too.
No, I wasn’t really following you.
I was only going in for a bite to eat.
It seemed my heart was following my feet.
When I got in, you were at the counter.
I sat next to you. My heart did flounder.
You said “Good morning.” I almost passed out.
I stammered a reply, trying not to shout.
You had eyes so blue I almost drowned.
How did I live without you around.
We started talking, one to another.
You said you were looking for your brother.
You both were adopted by others when young.
You traced him to here, Licking your lips with your tongue.
You said “Maybe you might know him?”
You told me his name.—- I was frozen.
You had said my name. I fell through the floor.
How can this be? It cut to my core.
“That, that is my name. Are you sure?”
I just sat and stared at her.
She did have my color hair and eyes.
She smiled like me.—- No surprise.
She said “Holy cow!! Can it really be you?”
I sheepishly said “Your mama was no fool.”
In a matter of seconds, there was a change.
My ‘high hopes’ suddenly shared my last name.
Don’t get me wrong. I love her dearly now.
But, I still wish it had worked out somehow.
——————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)