I Wonder If I Was a Changeling: OctPoWriMo 2019 Day 2

She never looked at me or spoke my name.

I wondered if my very existence caused her pain.

She told me that she wasn’t meant to be a mother,

So I thought that I might’ve been the child of another.

Maybe I was born to someone who adored me,

Instead of this woman who seemed to abhor me.

And the delivery fairies in a playful moment,

Substituted me, not truly meaning to foment

Unhappiness and pain for the people involved,

As being a changeling leaves trouble to be resolved.

I know that this silly idea is my way of coping,

But you can’t blame a woman for hoping

That somewhere in this whole wide world

Is a loving mother seeking her beloved girl.

Written for Day 2 of the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge of 31 poems in 31 days. The prompt today is Changeling, a child believed to have been secretly substituted by fairies for the parents’ real child.