When my father died I wasn't there.

I was in my mother's womb,

three months in gestation,

or so I was told as a child.

Then my mother died when I was twenty.

Now I am a man, over half a century old,

never married, no children.

I never knew my father.

Perhaps if I had, things would be different.

Maybe I would have had grandchildren by now.

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Alf. Ackerman