I Was Homeless When I Was Born Poem by Hebert Logerie

I was homeless when I was born,
But I was blessed because my mother
Emphatically thought I should be living at her
Home. And my father wanted me too. I was torn;
That was a tough decision, not for me. Later on,
When I was able to hold my bottle on my own,
My aunt, Chéristyle, wanted to keep me.
She offered me everything under the sun.
My aunt was my joy, she was very pretty,
And had a lot of money. Oh Lord, I was in heaven
On her laps. I miss her now. She left us too young.
I was eight years old when she died.
Yes, I was miserable when she passed. And I cried
A lot. I still remember her favorite song.
I was born homeless surrounded by a lot of love.
I was blessed and lucky to have many choices.
I thank God daily, the Almighty above.
Before I fell asleep, I used to hear three voices,
Three singers humming like angels,
And the waves of the sea blowing the quiet whistles.

Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.