Acceptance Poem by Gillian M Hart

This is a story
About something that happened
When I was nearly four.
It was 1961, in Bangalore.
Two mums each had a healthy boy.
But not both births were greeted with joy!

One mum looked at her baby in despair,
Thinking life was most unfair.
Her god had ignored her prayer.

After seeing Mum, and my new brother,
I wandered towards the other bed.
The woman might have thought
That I lacked tact,
When I said in a voice, so matter-of-fact
'My baby is pink, Yours is brown.'
My parents may have noticed her frown.

Wise parents care not about
A baby's skin shade.
They just love and accept,
The children that they have made.