SAM

Sam

I was so little when they separated us.
Do you remember me?
I think of you all the time.
Are you married, are you happy?
Where are you Sam?
Wherever you are… I love you.

I send this one thought to you
Over and over across the miles
And pray
That suddenly you will feel
The brush of an angel kiss
Against your cheek.

They told me you were in a foster home.
I was adopted but I have always searched for you.
Holding mama’s hand walking downtown
Every boy we passed I thought could be you
My mama would say, “Hush! What’s done is done.”
And jerk my arm a bit.

So I learned to say words to you in my mind
And send them across the miles between us.
Have you ever heard your name whispered at night?
Woken up and wondered who called you? It was me, Sam
It was me. I am still calling you.
Everyday, I say, “I love you Sam. I will find you.”

Just wait and see, Sam…just wait and see.
When I married Gene, I thought
If my brother were here I would ask him to give me away
And he would laugh and say,
“You were already given away! This time I’m keeping you!”
Sam, do you hear me calling?

My voice is soft like the summer wind
I have blue eyes Sam, like Dad did.
I’ll bet yours are brown
And I’ll bet they are quick to see the good in people
Like I do, Sam
Like me.



I will keep sending you angel kisses
And my voice will be in your ear
It will carried by the snowflakes,
Or the soft sprinkle of the spring rain
You will hear me in the quiet of the night.
Until I find you, I will be all these things

I will find you, Sam
I will. I am stubborn like that
And when I do
We will never lose each other again.
I’m looking for you
Listen for me Sam, never stop listening.


Joy Arnett
Roseburg, Or
2007