I’m told that my mother
got her first full-time job in 1937
only because one “Dotty Smith” had appendicitis
and had to leave for the hospital.
To Dotty Smith, I owe everything
— my birth, my future, my very existence.
It was Dotty’s appendectomy
that caused my mother
to win Dotty’s job
and stay in town
and rent a room
that came with a next-door neighbor
who fixed mom up
with a sweet guy she soon married.
Eight years later,
she and that guy had me.
I’m still struggling.
Edward R. Dufresne © 2010