Me, Part One: Beginnings

 
I remember
  exactly
    nothing.

Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
  of screaming my way into existence
    on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
  just in time
    for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.

But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
   young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
  with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed
  to feed her breakfast
    or help her dress
      or take her to school.

Google: maternal depression, effects on infant

And then there’s the infamous story
  of the reckless, impromptu camping trip,
    just mom and kids:
“Gone camping” – no details.

That’ll teach him to take us for granted.


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