I Am The Child Within Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

With one last push and one huge scream
I stumbled forth into the light
Released at last from you, the first and final time.
Pink and smooth and plastered in the remnants of your task,
Proof if it were needed that
This Mother had indeed produced a son.

I forget your breast, your warm embrace,
I now know they were never there
Blanketed instead by sounds instinctively amiss,
But blocked out from my tiny mind.
I learned to walk and talk and chance a smile,
beneath your frozen stare.

Your deaf turned ears oblivious to my cries.
I would flourish there in spite of you,
and you could keep your stinking milk.
The chore of motherhood had drained you,
'What a beautiful baby boy! '
Words that must have stuck like
boiling porridge in your throat.

Your toddler grew in time and distance,
Without inviting you along.
Somewhere deep in the history of my evolution,
I eventually noticed the missing link.
Fear plenty my dear lady for
your secret will not rest with me.

You and all there like you will
one day face the crowd with stones.
Your demons failed to adequately rein you in,
For the loving you so pitifully failed to give.
So your species turned its back on you,
You cold, you hard, you sham.
And learned to love behind your back,
away from the cruel glare.

You missed the point and failed to taste,
a beauty that I share each day,
as I swathe my Children in layers of adoration,
oblivious to all thoughts of pain.
You tried and lied and were finally defied,
because I am the child within.