It was discovery like gold,
the siblings that she never knew.
By mail, my Mother once was told
brother and sisters were alive.
A family scattered like sand;
to foster homes so they’d survive…
relocated across the land.
Like money found it issued lift
for finding kin was sure a gift.
And now with memories to sift
my Mom and siblings could delight
togetherness that felt all right.
In childhood they paid the cost,
but made up for the time they lost.
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