Cameron Skye Wheeler

My Little Boy

I paid for you because I wanted you
And you were born into a world where I can buy your body
And own you forever. I regret that
But I don’t regret buying you
My little boy.

You were, cloud-like, trembling
My pink bald hand encircling your tiny form
Lifting you to my lips to kiss,
Irresistibly
You were my little boy.

With blue eyes, still learning to be alone in this world
You cried for me like I was your mother
Happy to be deputized as such but at the same time not
Your mother
I really am sorry about this.

You were so young when you became mine
When you are old I will still be young
When you are dead I will still be young
But you will always and forever be
My little boy.

Cameron Skye Wheeler holds a BA in English from Toronto Metropolitan University. She is studying for her MA in English at the University of Toronto where she researches 18th and 19th century book history and material culture in Britain. In her spare time she knits and writes poetry and fiction. Her work is self-published online and in the White Wall Review.

As a luddite, Cameron does not use social media. She is also a poor texter. She will, however, respond with a lengthy epistle should you decide to send her an email.

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