‘Like you with your birth mother,
‘Times were very different then,
‘Dad never saw her again.
‘He had a daughter, that was OK,
‘But his wife went to Australia to get away …
‘The bloke she met adopted the child.
‘She was the one considered ‘wild’
‘In the UK, before she shot off for ten quid,
‘Do you think that extreme, just to have a kid?’
‘Women couldn’t have kids unless they were wed.’
‘Christ! That attitude makes me see red!’
‘Mums’ bore the stigma of unwedded birth,
‘The product of love, the cause of sick smirks.
‘Do not judge, but rather try to understand,
‘Birth mothers could not, would not make a stand.
‘You’ve seen the TV series about long lost families
‘Could you deny having a child? Ha! My lovelies,
‘Times change so quickly, it’s ironic,
‘What went on then, is now almost mythic.’
‘She must miss you even if she is still in denial’
‘Maybe she’s not maternal, simply not loyal,’
‘She thinks of you each year on your birthday,
‘It’s unavoidable, come what may …’
‘But what if she doesn’t?’
Polly Stretton © 2012
Claudia’s great prompt for dVerse Poetics tonight is about letting go.