Contest Duality of Motherhood
Yes, it is important to explore the whole of a relationship. Still dulled by the death of my mom...it is real, like yesterday...unreal. She was real! I miss her every day and I am thankful that she (is) was my mom.
I Got Her motherhood is fraught with mistakes hanging from her charm bracelet hourglass wrist; anchor was hooked she’s silent as I longed for her to erupt I needed her warm ear, not judgment one thing I did wrong; not the worst much later she stabbed me with her kiss those lips left a saturated wound; grab chest I was brave; I handed her the tray of hurt oh how quickly, blinking tears, she apologized I hang that memory on my high school bracelet I tuck it away to reuse when I ostracize progeny air punches like exhales, soft hands, soft heart must lay out my cards - she was better than the rest some moms are rabid, some too friendly I found my mom just right; her sayings wrong she advises me, “There’s more fish in the boat.” I lay down the ace, “Yes, Mom, and they’re all dead.” she’d fall upstairs, get blood poisoning, eventually cancer, loved her soaps, got news from the tabloids - I got her!
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