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One poem to my brothers and sisters who I have just meet in 2003 it was so hard for me because I now had to share my mother with them as well. I always thought that I was her only baby as I was growing up, I never thought of her as having a family and other children because I never knew of a family life, as such as a mother, a father and children, I never knew about a family life.
My beautiful mother I wrote one poem to her in 1976 [What Colour Are Your Eyes Mother?] The rest of the poems soon followed, while I was looking for her because I so wanted to know what colour her eyes and hair were, but never sent it, because the people in the know never came back to me, they just left me in the cold. All hope was lost in ever seeing her alive and I never did. Oh Mother I miss you so much. Fly with our son Robert Frederick Thompson until we all met again I love you always. Ann