In Such Circumstances
.
The myth of her childhood;
for she thought of herself
as an only child. With
her foster father she lived
in a small Scottish Croft.
There was the sad loss
of her foster mother
when she was only six.
.
Then later, he remarried; step-sisters
with whom my mother never
was close. In time she moved
(or was moved) on, leaving behind
those happy times with a man who
had been left bereft. But did she
know who she truly was?
.
It took years to unravel. It took
genealogy to uncover the mysteries
and the myths. Who was this woman,
her birth mother? Did my Mother know
she had emigrated to Boston? That was
not the first mystery solved. Though,
the eldest, my mother was one of many
born to this woman: and she carried
the same name at the time of her birth.
.
Many, were the women, who
emigrated to the colonies; and
who left behind them the myths
and the mysteries surrounding
their families.
.
We found the photographs of the man
who married the sweet-faced woman
I might have called Grandma, had
we ever been told; that man who
took them to Boston. I look at the photos
of a kind foster father, and then at the
other man. And, to use a catch phrase,
I think my mother got the best end
of the deal. Though it is no myth, life
was difficult back then. I would be
given to myths in such circumstances.
Benita H. Kape © 19.4.2017
The prompt was to have been a creation myth. Would still like to do one. My interpretation of myth is a little stretched in the above poem.

My mother’s mother. Her passport photo
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