He Was Always Yours. by S. D. Kilmer Mother Susan, how did you cope? Did you have a smoke of rope? That day, February 25, 1988 You could have bathed your child In your tears. So infectious was your sorrow. I began to wish for tomorrow The child could be ours, instead. Yours and mine. Adoptive father and birthmother. Only I can think like no other. I followed your career. So similar to my own. A Counselor of Compassion. Continued to wish Anthony be ours. As the hours sifted, swayed. Time slipped away. My marriage went from farce to divorce. What other direction of course? I always hoped I might present Our son back to you. Facilitate the Mother and Child reunion. But Anthony found you, I hear. Without me. He disowned me, and the other. Did he say how I was as a Father? Oh Susan. I guess he could never have been ours. He was always yours. _______________ *Anthony (given name) Nathaniel (adoptive name). **The author is both an Adoptee & an Adoptive Father. All wri
S. D. Kilmer's Existential Writings of an Adoptee & Introvert