family secrets

Oh Faith {{hugs}}.  When dad passed, all I did was pray that no half-siblings appeared at the funeral.

I appreciate the hugs.  It was sad when I found out because I had always wanted a brother and no one knows where he is at.  My mother was afraid if she told me she had given her first born up for adoption I would think less of her.  

I hope you find each other Faith, my son has a half brother he has never seen, but I always tell him about him.

Poignant and profound my friend. :)

Thank you very much, Magdalena.  I always wanted a brother (there were seven girls in my family growing up).  Whenever I would mention wanting a brother to my mother she would say "You never know you may have one someday" knowing all along that she had given up her first born at my father's insistance.  I would later feel betrayed because of the lies I was told growing up.  I would love to find him one day though no one knows where he is.

It's wonderful that you do have a brother, out there somewhere, Faith. A long story but I can relate very well to parts of this. I should think it would be a lot easier, today, to find a sibling who was adopted out...than it once was. Good luck in finding him if you pursue that path. I should think he would have a shock to find out he has seven younger sisters!

Incredible poem & much good luck to you, my friend! xoxo

Carlene :)

Thank you for your kind words and good wishes.  Maybe one day, I will get to meet him.  Many thanks for your supportiveness, Carlene. xoxo

Faith

Something about this struck a cord with me, I can remember the night when I was 13 and a major and fairly dark family secret was revealed.
Every family is a web of secrets, some are best left as they are.
I have never managed to write about my own family secret but I think that this is a great way for you to turn that experience into something creative and positive.
Really liked it x

Thank you for your wonderful remarks. Yes, writing this poem helped me to come to terms with my feelings regarding this experience.  I never was really good at handling my negative emotions, other than being able to pour my heart out on paper.  

It goes to show that angst, pen and paper can create something good and tangible xx

Thank you for your lovely comment. :)

Faith