U - My Mum
The word itself means nothing to me
I think. Still waiting to be convinced -
To talk of it forces a tone in my voice
uncomfortable if familiar.
DNA perfectly matched - but guilt
clear on her face.
What caused such rejection?
My spirit is unwilling to forgive -
I wait for the scars to heal.
But I crave maternal protection
That alone made me return once,
now hatred prevents.
The bonds are gone
never to return.