Sometimes I wish you never had me- edited v.2

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Every time I asked you why

You would say I was a surprise.

I sometimes imagine that when

You looked at that stick, the two

Pink parallel lines staring up at you,

You put that stick in a little box

And had my dad open it up.

I imagine that you both cried

Out of excitement and celebrated

The sweet little surprise growing

In your stomach.

But you didn't did you? You looked

At that stick and you cried, not out

Of excitement but because the burden

Of failure you've been carrying

In your stomach since you were eighteen

Just got heavier. Sometimes when

You had really bad days you would scream

At me, telling me how much of a waste

Of space I was, that you wish

You never had me. On those

days , I would imagine how my life

Would be if that were true.

I was always happier than,

Imagining having any other

Mother but you. 

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