Day 8 – rejection
A Mother’s Lament
On the ferry from the island
where we lived briefly
she said, “You’re so OLD, Mum!
I don’t need THREE grandmothers!”
She was ten.
On her twelfth birthday
something unimaginable happened.
It was 11 September in the States.
After that, she stopped
holding my hand.
But now she’s twenty
and it’s I who say:
“You’re too old now.
I don’t need lodgers!”
and “I am giving up
hand-holding. Let go!”
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