Barbara Peckham Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

True story. Written some years ago, and things have improved over time. I couldn't be more grateful!

Evolution

My daughter is coming
To spend some time with us
This coming spring.
I see her seldom, now
That we live so far apart,
And, because we are friends
At last, I miss her.

I think of all those years
When she was growing up
And, yes, older and married.
We had so many problems,
She and I, so many issues
We couldn’t seem to solve,
No matter what!

We fought and cried - said
Such hurtful things! She seemed
Only hateful, trying her wings,
Scornful of us, her teachers,
And all who truly thought
We wished her well. Even then,
There were times she needed us.

A late night call in tears –
“Mom, could you come get me?”
And, of course, I would.
I sat and held her hand.
At home, in cars, in hospitals.
But soon enough, we were
Angry with each other again!

Years passed, as they are wont to do,
And time has changed us both.
Like children, taking baby steps,
We’ve both tried out new ways
To trust each other once again,
And find that mother-daughter bond,
The precious caring that we’d lost.

We’ve stumbled oft, slipped into
Worn out ways too many times.
But now we climb back up
And try again. Little by little we’ve
Formed a new definition of “us”.
Finally, together, we have built
A bridge, a strong and lasting love.

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Barbara Peckham August 18, 2021 at 7:22 AM My mother and I had a difficult relationship, and so did my daughter and I. I am so grateful that I lived long enough (and so did my mother) to become friends with my mother and my daughter.

Mohamed Omar August 18, 2021 at 12:47 AM Memory of a mother.