My Father Was An Orphan

My father was an orphan, And so I was an orphan; My father never knew his fathers name, And so I never knew my fathers name. My father lost his mother young, And I also lost my mother young; My life followed every curve of his, And I could imagine, his battle to live. His childhood was diffused in me, Percolating down, his song of being- But cells talk to cells, closer than breath, And life learns life- in spite of death. ****************************************** I was adopted at three days of age, by my parents, who knew my birth mother, and it was an arranged adoption- sort of like an arranged marriage; and I consider myself quite lucky how it all worked out.