It Became Her Mother
Separated at birth
Raised by money
Ignored by parents
Rarely cuddled
Holding would spoil.
Distanced herself greatly
Built giant walls
So the confusion could stop
Sobbing stopped after awhile too
Alone in her crib for hours
Bottle propped
No contact
Her best friend was her
rolled blanket, where her bottle lay
She was fond of the corner
it became her mother
Separated at birth
Raising herself
Lost child
Deciding
Death
Was
Better
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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