180 Days

Rejected at birth
like the runt of a litter
but it was a solitary birth
No bonding
Never taken to breast
no lips to nips
never tasted Mother’s milk
I still wonder why
How does an hour-old child
earn ostracism from his mother?
An aunt
thirteen
asked to play house
Surrogate mother
six-month sentence
till alpha mom returns
to her senses
or heart leak is dammed
Child
finally gets a homecoming

It is hard to feel connected
when you’re rejected
the first half-year of life
The bond that was made
with the aunt in eighth-grade
is severed
Familiar touch is gone
The unfamiliar
at times abrupt
at times timid
Silence
is profitable
when left alone
Solitude
seems better
than uncomfortable bonding
No affection
no rejection
Child wisdom
or wishful thinking
It’s hard to be a sage
wearing throwaways
at the ripe old age
of 180 days

 

[Another contribution from JW.]