Bother or Not
I was born in Siberia
abandon at birth
left alone on this earth
with no father or mother
was I such a bother
just another baby laying in a crib
staring at a wall with no love at all
eight months of my life has passed by
i could not stand but all I did was cry
than one day a couple came from the United States
took me in their arms and said this felt great
the plane was my stork as we landed in New York
as I grew older and flourished in my life
i realized how blessed I was to have a
father and mother who didn't think I was a bother.
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