My parents sadly missed
the child the Faery Folk had stolen,
leaving behind their discard,
the oddling,
me.
Mother often glanced at the replacement
in vague disappointment, but
my father screamed
at the usurper
of his child’s cradle.
Who can imagine then,
who can believe the wonder—
all history turned upside-down–
in your arms
I belonged.
— Anne Haehl
Anne Haehl is a lover of words, both in writing and in storytelling. She lives with her husband of 42 years, three cats and a dog. They have two grown children. She has been published in, among others, Coal City Review, Studio: a Journal of christians [sic] writing, and Chiron Review. Her chapbook, Daughter and Mother, was published by Snark Press in 2004.
The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative 
Profound. The last line was my favorite.