Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Beware the howl beneath the full moon
Old letters come to light, 
damaging claims that could 
make the family uncomfortable
The child is not yours
Letters found by an obsessive neighbour
Who rubbed her hand at the news
she hoped would shake the family
Little knowing her husband 
admired his wife’s resolve
To bring up the child left 
on her doorstep as her own
The letters dated from the war
Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket
The note read, I am sixteen, 
I cannot take care of her
Her name is Rose.
So why now, so many years later 
does someone want to remind them 
they are not the child’s parents?
Questions that may never be answered…

©AnitaDawes2022