Only Child
What was it about
me
That I should be
treated this way?
That you should
leave me all alone,
Single, singular
and lonely?
Was it my monopoly
upon your time,
All your sharing,
your caring, your affection
For your one and only
treasure?
What was it about
me
That made you give
up after only one?
Was I quite enough
for you
So wonderful, so
endearing
That I filled all
your time
Took all your
attention
So there could be no
room for any another
And a second could
never be as good?
What was it about
me
That made you say “never
again”?
Was I too much for
you
That you could not
bear to go through it all twice?
Was I just too
much to cope with
My behaviour not
good enough
A great
disappointment
Or just not what
you wanted?
What was it about
me
That was the fault
in my creation?
Was it the love or
the sex when you made me?
You never
explained it to me
Why I should
remain unaccompanied
No playmates of my
own, no brother or sister
But left to wonder
About larger families
around me
What was it about
me
Or did I do
something wrong?
Was I too strange,
too weird, too odd
An alien little
boy
Too hard for you
to cope with
Or was having a
child
Just not what
you’d expected?
And why did you
both go from me
Leaving only
questions, never any answers?
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