Mother - Poem by Michelle Walker
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Could you not take me?
Would I be the same?
Do you know I felt shame?
The child carried the burden?
I have to talk to you as an adult?
How do I, not revert, to being a little girl?
It really is difficult to reconnect with the mother who left me.
I know I have to try.
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