For My Mom's Past
Just like when you were my goddess
and I was your little daughter;
when your hands were the gentlest
touch I knew, and the harshest
Shine the spotlight of your attention
through the clutter of your emotions
on a day that sits quietly
backing into a fog of time
Because all the while you tried so hard
I only knew to play along;
unable to give you relief or respite
I don't blame you at all, not at all;
Perhaps then you may find me,
among the cosmetics, cleaning supplies,
or among the shadows of that past,
coming forward with a smile.
Copyright © Misheel Chuluun | Year Posted 2010
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