How can a mother good or bad give
her baby away never to smell
that sweet smell of a new baby
never to know your own childs smell
never to look into that pink little
face never to hear its first cry
and now not to have a place in life
no family tree to add too no roots
to plant in the ground.
No family tree to lean upon
when in trouble no mothers
gentle warm touch that all
babies need in their
new life never to lay upon
her warm chest and fall
asleep to the beat of her
heart or wonder do I look
like her? not knowing where
in life do you belong not
knowing who you truly are
in life.
Do I have siblings some where? .
I wish this not on any child
I learned this was my mothers
choice and wish for her life.
That was her choice to
expectrate me from her life
my life is the life that had to pay,
the price of being born and then
not being wanted.
pen: Mrs. Nutty Squirrel
2008
GAYLE ANNE GOFF
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-be-gone-2/
