Prologue:
I have a sister I'll call birdie.she knows who she is. Our childhood was filled with unspeakable horrors. Our mother was a slave to a man, who doesn't even deserve to be called that. I don't blame our mom, as she suffered the same horrors, but I'm sure her horrors weren't has horrid. So birdie this poem, even tho I'm not a poet, goes out to you. Feel free to she with your poet family. Please don't think my next comment as rude or disrespectful, I'm not a poet, or even a writer, but I'm going thru a personal hell that a mother brings her child thru., my grammer, and spelling will be filled with many errors. I humbly apologize.
If I could have chosen a birth mother I would. My sister " birdie" a.k.a Strongheart, was that to me. When I got a booboo, she was there to make it all better with a kiss. She often told me I was a good girl, that I was pretty, that I was smart. Much of what she spoke, wasn't told to me. She made me believe in myself, especially when I thought I was nothing but a pece of shit. We went thru hell together, and we got thru it together. I wanted to Tell her, how much I love her. I used to think she hung the moon, just so I. Could see something sooooooo beautiful. It was beautiful, but in my eyes, it was NEVER as beautiful as she was then, nor, now. I love u sis. I just wish my heart was as strong as yours. I'll see u in Heavenly someday, and I will be whole. No more hepititus c or b no moe wheel chair and no more pain. Just the mom I would have had, could I havechosen a birthmom. Thank you for your your Strongheart..... love u. More than u know
