Tuesday, April 3, 2012

"Mother's Clone"


cradled gently in her arms     
Mother bends her head close to Child     
her finger feathers the pure smooth cheek     
her hair becomes a sheltering shield     
protecting them from prying eyes     
in syncopation Mother and Child breathe     
one without the womb     


Mother’s eyes mist as Child’s hair darkens     
her mouth becomes a rigid line    
when bluish eyes turn brown     
her voice takes on ice     
when others note differences   
in syncopation Mother and Child breathe     
one without the womb     


Mother’s heart hardens     
her Child wields her wayward will     
with terrible temper tantrums      
fists and teeth and legs fighting     
struggling against Mother’s programming     
in syncopation Mother and Child breathe     
one without the womb     


desperation drives Mother’s dissatisfaction     
she tethers Child with demands     
her fears feed phobias and fictional afflictions     
her disappointment distorts her love     
her rejection rips through Child     
in syncopation Mother and Child breathe     
one without the womb   
Mother and Child stab and wound     
pushing and pulling in tangled bindings     
never severing the umbilical cord     
they dance in macabre madness     
enmeshed and ensnared within their love-hate trap     
in syncopation Mother and Child breathe     
one without the womb   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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