There is something fundamentally wrong
When you have to be the mother to your
Mother - how it came to pass I don't recall
One day I had a mother the next I was pulled
Into a taxi and she was gone. In her place
Was a young pregnant woman and she couldn't
Do much - so I helped as best I could at seven
And English came so easily to me - like water
So when we went to places I spoke, she was
Silent to embarrassed to speak. I wrote what
She needed, I did what she couldn't and then
One day I looked up and she who had me was
not a mother I was hers - there is something
Fundamentally wrong with the course my life
Has taken perhaps it's best to forget and focus
On how cats have their young
