Like My Mother

My mother and I We never get along We argue About everything- My hair My clothes The dirty dishes That I insist are not mine to wash- When she rants I shout back My sisters tell me I should let it go This quarreling I don’t And most nights I sleep angry at her I plan words To tell her back Tomorrow When she begins Any quarrel It hardly happens How I envision it When we wake up We laugh together Like we are the best of friends A happy and lovely Mother and daughter portrait The illusion may last minutes Or days Before we take arms And go for each other’s throats Again and again and again I don’t know how We manage to live for so long Hurting each other So many times Yet still laugh Again and again and again Maybe its blood Because we are family Because we’ve been through So much together We have bonds Forged by fire Like gold And can never be broken Still It stays This love- hate thing we have My mother and I We may be true blood But for a fact I know We shall never get along And when I think How much like enemies we are It’s so strange yet true To admit I want to be just like her For when life is a ***** And drags me up the wall Till I scream She is the one From whom ii learn This concrete tough strength To endure I remember her laugh Till tears fall from her eyes And I wonder How does she do that? How dos she still smile When she’s been hurt So long When she’s been cheated And insulted And pushed up against the wall For so, so long? I know she does not forget I see it in her eyes Sometimes I know she lives with her pain And how she laughs till tears drop I don’t know how she does it But I want to do it too I want to be like her I want to go to work Even when I don’t have to Or I don’t feel like it I want to buy others gifts When I should get myself A chic costly shoe I truly deserve To wash he dirty dishes Even when my body aches and my cozy bed Is the only place I should be I want to never tire To share What I have Even with people Who don’t give back? O r say thank you. I want to plant flowers And nurture them And watch them bloom Beautifully So that Even when my joys grow not I shall find a little beauty In the face Of life’s ugliness Like my mother does And though I still think She should change And though we still Never get along And we will never Kiss and make up Deep inside me Everyday of my life; Though I will never tell her so I want to be like her.