Firstborn Poem by Marie WardAlonge

She was her first born.
For some reason, the child she would scorn.
She left her around the age of three.
She never gave that child a chance to love thee.

Bright lights, big cities, and the men she chose.
She was a mother to others.
Only once, did her daughter try to impose.
She travelled to be with her mom to see that loving glow.
Instead, she saw her mother's disappointing face standing at the front door.

To love her fully after such neglect,
Becoming one more disappointment her daughter came to expect.
Her reputation is now her history.
Her daughter saw her as a mystery.

And when her darkest hour came, she needed her mother's comfort the most.
She used unflattering words to sink her daughter's heart when she was diagnosed.

As she ponders whether her future will hold brighter days,
She knows her mother will continue to be set in her ways.
Her relationship with her mother had many thorns.
She still can't understand how her mother could not love her firstborn.