A faded old book with a baby blue stained cover,
the color for a wished for boy, who would not be me.
Inside, a picture of my mother, father, sister and me;
October 18, 1949, is the date written in my mother’s hand.
Daddy in his uniform, is smiling and proud,
a sharp-looking military man with laughing green eyes.
Beneath his cap is dark, curly red hair, that I would later inherit,
but not until I was nearly two.
Mother wears a dark suit, probably blue.
Her dark hair is styled in the elegance of the late forties.
Her eyes look dark;
I know they are robin’s egg blue.
Big sister sits on daddy’s knee, mommy’s holding me-
two days shy of three months old.
Perfect picture of a family headed on adventures far across the globe;
we were well on the way to being a perfect Catholic family.
Not here are another girl, and the thrice wished for brother;
many years after came yet, another sister.
The look in Mother and Daddy’s eyes speaks contentment
My sister looks cheery. I look bald, gaseous, maybe a touch rebellious, which would come later.
Until I was 7 months in her womb,
her doctors tried to convince Mother she had a tumor.
No one knew then that many years later she would have one,
and so would I.
© 2016 Nancilynn Saylor