‘From The Point Of View Of A Mistake’
By Hope Mikal
You curse the moment I took my first breath of air,
And spit on my infant body with such distaste.
You dream of leaving me naked in the winter night,
On a stranger’s hard, cold doorstep.
Sipping a glass of chardonnay, staring me down with a frown,
You get tipsy at the idea of grabbing one of my limbs,
Dangling my innocence out of a window one hundred stories high.
I can hear your drowning whispers into the telephone receiver.
I know what your silence means, your cold stares.
Your eyes scream at me, “You are a mistake!”
No words slipping off the tongue needed.
I know what I am, to you, Mother.
Hope Mikal graciously has given permission for the publication of this poem May her wisdom inspire you to consider unique perspectives. Hope is a member of the current Creative Muse Course in Kamloops BC
Thank you Hope!