Spare Rib (Poetry)

That limb felt so connected once —
a tender hopeful bud
I nurtured to perfection
has like his extra rib become
a cruel perverse and ruthless thorn
to dig thought in the side —
more pain with each instalment due
those payments never sought
a reminder’s there on waking.

The child grown from my body —
flesh of flesh
and shared blood
tore away her link to me —
wounded me for good —
shed me like a worn out skin
unwanted — just some mother
love blinded so I failed to see
a stranger in the making.