180 Days

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Rejected at birth

like the runt of a litter

but it was a solitary birth

No bonding

Never taken to breast

no lips to nips

never tasted Mother’s milk

I still wonder why

How does an hour-old child

earn ostracism from his mother?

An aunt

thirteen

asked to play house

Surrogate mother

six-month sentence

till alpha mom returns

to her senses

or heart leak is dammed

Child

finally gets a homecoming

It is hard to feel connected

when you’re rejected

the first half-year of life

The bond that was made

with the aunt in eighth-grade

is severed

Familiar touch is gone

The unfamiliar

at times abrupt

at times timid

Silence

is profitable

when left alone

Solitude

seems better

than uncomfortable bonding

No affection

no rejection

Child wisdom

or wishful thinking

It’s hard to be a sage

wearing throwaways

at the ripe old age

of 180 days

© JW Thomas

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2 Comments

  1. Wow. This gave me goose bumps.

    1. Me too. The writer expressed exactly how I felt as a child–it was better to be alone than to have to deal with the rejection. Reading this helped me to understand why I never complained about being alone. I reblogged it to see if anyone else could relate to it.

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