Stolen As a Baby
In the back of his mind he felt something was off
He had never met a relative and there were no baby photos of him
His mother home schooled him in the eighties; and did not explain why.
He never dreamed the truth though, even when he saw her being hauled off.
By police officers who had proof from his DNA test that he was not hers.
She was the only mother he knew; he could not think of her as criminal.
The other woman was excited to see him. He was sixteen.
It was too late to bond.
Newspaper reporters wanted to interview him.
He stayed in his new room with his new “folks” he did not know at all.
They had two other children, apparently his biological siblings.
Gladys was thirteen, Warren was eleven.
He had nothing to say to any of them.
His mom was gone; the only family he knew.
He would have to wait two years to see her.
It was going to see like two decades.
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