A woman who leaves her children isn’t a mother but a donor,
egg loaner.
She walked away from us, no longer mother,
or friend.
or other.
She never wanted us. Not me, not my brother.
And,
to be honest,
if I saw her today walking next to a stranger.
I wouldn’t tell one from the other.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
A woman who leaves her children isn’t a mother but a donor,
egg loaner.
She walked away from us, no longer mother,
or friend.
or other.
She never wanted us. Not me, not my brother.
And,
to be honest,
if I saw her today walking next to a stranger.
I wouldn’t tell one from the other.
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