Are you my mother?

When I was a child so very small

I didn’t know that much at all

I had my dad and my mother

Then of course I had big brother

Off we’d run down to the gully

Sadly for me he was a bully

I would rather pick some petals

Instead he pushed me in the nettles

Surely if me he so much hated  

He and I could not be related          

So off home I ran full of tears

And told my mother of my fears

“Are you my mother?” I said sadly

When my play had ended badly

“And adopted I have been truly

With a brother so cruel and unruly”

She could not stem my flowing tears

So she had to disprove all my fears

Found a newspaper cutting of my birth

And cuddled me for all I was worth  

This is a true story and even now I can imagine how much of a shock my mother felt when her five year old son told her this. However I can laugh at it as it was me!