Lame

Am I different because I was the only one taken from my mother to another’s house

Is that why I am different

That seems lame

I am not different

I am same as everybody else on this earth

Self deluded thinking I am special

Wanting to be special and in that want being nothing

Just another aging woman refusing to grow up

Nothing being knocked up with babe in arms the other on the hip holding onto mummy with snot filled nose and teary eyes

Wanting a child to fill a void is not an original plan

I have 2 dogs I barely connect with

A kid to hate me eventually for being me

A kid to pity me feel shame and scorn

A kid to love me poor kid

Poor kid?

There are no miracles you are stuck like me