Triad

So said you to me,
For clarity,
“I’m not raising
Someone else’s child.
Someone else gave birth
To my child.”

Next said you to me,
With sincerity,
“He’s not my son;
I’m his mother.”
And then again said,
“She’s my daughter;
I’m not her mother.”

Finally, said you,
Believing it true,
“My mother couldn’t
Have any children.”

I walked away saddened,
By your confusion.