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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. The 1st HALF can be accessed, of course, by going to - "Poems by Mark Stellinga" - on the Soup. Sorry for the inconvenience... This boy could not have known about the girl named - Caitlin Murphy - who'd worked here as a chambermaid - and promptly stole my heart, But always made me feel as though she felt - she wasn't worthy...constantly rejecting my proposals from the start. Our intimate relationship went on for a couple years, and countless times she'd told me that her love was mine alone, But nothing that I told her would convince her - it could work...she didn't understand how much my love for her had grown. “Let's go grab a snack,” I chirped, “I'm actually rather hungry. And once we've finished eating, son, there's many an empty bed That you are more than welcome to. The staff all live next door. Meanwhile, I'll be thinkin' about a couple things you said.” I led him to the kitchen, where I lit a candelabra, then rifled through the icebox and produced a leg of lamb. I grabbed a couple loaves of bread and poured us each a goblet of lukewarm milk, then quizzed him, like the curious soul I am. “You say your mother's maiden name was Murphy,” I began, “and records, as is common, showed no father's name as well. Well...years ago a girl named Caitlin Murphy used to work here, and those who knew the reason she abruptly left - wouldn't tell “Why she'd made her mind up to abandon what we had...a very deep and honest love, and faithful from the start. More than once I'd contemplated - might her misconception, concerning social status, have convinced her we should part. “She strongly felt nobility and servants should not marry, and every time I'd asked her for her hand - she'd told me, 'No', And after sharing everything with only one another...without an explanation...she decided she should go. “For months I'd tried convincing her to take my hand in marriage...to let me change her status from - my lover - to - my bride. Three years later, a friend of hers - who felt I'd want to know, sent a letter telling me - while giving birth - she'd died!” I leaned a little closer toward the boy that I was feeding, gazing at the candle flames reflected in his eyes. The color - just the same as mine - and similar nose and jaw, made him out, I swear, my virtual twin...except for size! “Caitlin's father's name was - Christian,” I informed the boy...and I believe your mother - not the orphanage - chose your name. When you've finished eating, son, I'll show you what she looked like...plus one of me around seventeen - that shows...we look the same!” We sat there, actually trembling, as we struggled to decipher all the implications that my theory had discerned, Wondering how our lives would change, assuming there, in fact, were any truth and consequence at all in what we'd learned. “Are you saying - I'm your son?” he whimpered...now in tears. Then, standing up, he locked his eyes on mine in frozen stare. “Based on all we know,” I said...“I'm pretty sure you must be...and...even if it can't be proven...I don't really care! “I'd say, without a doubt, that Caitlin Murphy was your mother...and Christian, as I mentioned, was, in fact, her father's name... And, having left so suddenly, I'd concluded her intent was saving me from wrestling with regret -- and endless shame. “Your age is what it needs to be - 'twere you to be my son - and none would argue both of us possess the others' eyes. And I believe, with all my soul, that hearts confirm the truth - regardless of the reasoning that, at times, the mind denies. “Caitlin obviously disappeared because she'd gotten pregnant, thinking all the while herself a burden to my pride, But had I known that - when she left me - you were in her womb...and had that letter told me more - explaining when she'd died - “I'd have searched, I swear, the whole of England trying to find you. But now that we've determined that -- you have to be my child -- Here, with me, is where you'll live...and you shall want for nothing...if, of course, you're sure, like me, that.....I'm your dad.” He smiled. “Something deep within my heart...along with seeing the photos showing a very pretty girl - clearly in love with you - And one in which - you'd pass for me - helps me to believe that what I feel the both of us are hoping for - is true!” That - is how this came to be. A brokenhearted bachelor, and only woman in his past he'd begged to be his wife, Made a child...who, purely by coincidence, broke in - to both that bachelor's manor, and - his very empty life! With both of us uncertain - but determined - we could master the unexpected union that we knew had just begun... We promptly took advantage of the chance we'd just received: a boy had found his father...and...a man had found his son! PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark
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