my momma

had ice cold blood like a stone

named me after my daddy’s brother

& just before she skipped town

she let my father know

his brother had called around

so every time my dad

visited his mothers house

he had to walk past his brother’s place

shoulders set head held up high

raising this kid mother had run away

who just might not have been his

anyway

& they asked me in later days

after the old man had passed on

if I knew who my father was

there was no hesitation stutter

I could answer straight

of course

& I had some ideas

on who my mother was

too

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