My fault, all my fault.

There have been moments were

I wondered how I have made it 

this far in life. 

I have watched several YouTube videos

 with others who have disabilities. 

It made me realize how blessed I have been.  

I might not be able to see out of two eyes, 

but at least I can see.

I can drive, read, and write a book.

I walk without help and clean my home.

I can make dinner, sew and

 see my children and grandchildren.  

There have been moments I have wished my mother 

would of never contracted the German Measles 

while pregnant with me. 

How different would my life be. 

Would I have married who I married?

Would I have ever been a Mother, Grandmother or wife? 

My brother who is six years older than me 

told me it was hard on him too when I was born. 

He was a little boy unable to comprehend why his 

Mother was always gone at the hospital

 taking care of his sick little sister.

The little sister I don't think he wished my parents ever had. 

Then he wouldn't of had his mother gone all the time.

He wouldn't of had to sit at 

the hospital for hours waiting and waiting. 

It's my fault 

But I couldn't help it.  

Brother, I am sorry you had to endure
 the struggle

 of me being born.