my mother hated me for disrupting her absolutely perfect life

she never forgave me even mumbling hospital white death bed

I have no children no love no hugs to keep me warm and cozy

I am alone born with no love dying too the very same way

branded unlovable I grimace through life grudgingly aware

marked stamped seared burned

with a shy stench still palatable

it follows me

it secludes me

it diminishes me

I was never the loved child

I never had a child to love

my mother spat on my existence

as I spit to her on Mother's Day