A POEM FOR MY DAUGHTER

TO CHRISTINE SANTOS -MY DAUGHTER FROM OUT OF THE BLUE

I dangled at the end of my heritage chart,

a childless uncle, adrift and apart;

wandering home from time to time,

just living my life; no reason or rhyme.

The world would end if the likes of me

were counted on for posterity;

a curious drifter who'se life's a mystery;

would somewhere die and vanish from history.

Such was I, plodding about,

intent-fuzzy, aimless of route,

when out of the blue an email came

that rocked my world and changed my game.

I think you are my father it said.

I knew it was true the moment I read:

Judith's my mother, long years remote

you and she sowed a wild oat.

Nine months later I arrived.

Now all grown up age twenty five.

Last week mom gave me your name.

You were easy to find, you've a bit of fame.

I don't wish to bring trouble or bother;

I just want to know my genetic father.

Some of my feelings and manner collide

with Spanish culture where I reside.

Perhaps knowing you could help me make sense

as I seek to shape my providence.

My heart surged, I thanked stars above;

I have a descendent— someone to love.

Genetics quickly proved—all was true:

you really were me, I really am you.

My soul can hardly contain my joy

and I promise my wit and will to deploy

to be the best father and faithful friend

that I can be to the very end.

Meeting her aunts for the first time

A very proud and happy father embraces his daughter from out of the blue.