Biographical Poetry posted July 9, 2017

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Before my birth.

Was I the Child You Lost?

by Sis Cat

Was I the child you lost before my birth,
a babe reborn, whose spirit comes and goes
from womb to womb, a changeling bound to earth,
unhallowed tomb to cradle all your woes?
In 'sixty-four, you bore without a choice.
“O soul of child unformed,” you penned in verse.
“Unworthy web of pain,” objects your voice.
You wished your body would become my hearse.
O mother, brother Terry found you wrote
that germ miscarried when your husband left.
Entrapped within a psychiatric moat,
you craved the beat of tiny feet bereft.
O Mom, each poem brings forgiving hope,
inspiring rhymes and runes that help me cope.  


Poem of the Month contest entry


The photo depicts my father Fred Wilson's sculpture "Woe is Me!" in which a mother grieves her stillborn baby. I quoted words from my mother Jessie Wilson's same-titled poem in which she wishes her unborn baby dies. Given that my parents created these works the year I was born, I felt they addressed me when she wrote:

"Forgive me . . . forgive me if I feel no sin, but if you're lost, you'll come again . . ."

Knowing that my mother suffered a miscarriage which landed her in a psychiatric ward five years before my birth, I address her poem.

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