A New Baby Poem by Medusa Waves

Out of you, popped out a child, and you said,
‘How beautiful is this child, such a beautiful baby, looks just like me! ’
Through it, you live your second life, a second opportunity, a second chance to mistakes.
‘Shes so graceful, she could be a model! She looks just like me.’
What more reason to have a child than to have it live your life again. REdo mistakes, REdo life.
If shes different…OH NO. No. ‘Shes not like any of us, I don’t know why shes like that.’
She disappears in the background-ostracized-for not being your ideal image.
‘All the dreams and hopes I hade for you (me) ! ’
‘How could you be so selfish? ? ? ’
The child goes on living with the thought of being flawed, a mistake, not what you ‘expected’/
Well, she has your face.