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May 2020
Not sure when it happened but happen it did.
Something changed, crept into human life, some kind
of manipulative, self-seeking, anxious germ made its way in.

Just now, a recorded mechanical voice on my mobile.
my oldest daughter vacant, detached, explained how,
she’s free of regret, of worry, of sadness, she’s done.

She specified, she’s had it, accepts her losses, her sorrows.
further, she warns a non-acceptance of my sadness, my grief,
“You need to get over it Ma,” she directs, “Life moves on.”

And I wonder when was grief, regret despair and loss,
removed from some to-do list, like chores no one wants?
When did human suffering become unnecessary or irrelevant?

Did I miss something, what warranted this "fly right" lecture?
Is this a test of my inner spiritual growth; is Love hidden within
this computerized, distant, "Happy Mother’s Day" message?

But the recording made it clear, I must move on or you too,
will become irrelevant, a strain, an inconvenience, to others,
your children need, deserve a better mother than you.

And, I wonder when did the experience of human anguish
become unacceptable, unnecessary, unhelpful, meaningless?
Like some old school thing people used to do back in the day.

Sorry dear daughter, I will honor my grief, my lonely pain,
it’s my life mission to be with my/your humanity in our felt pain,
to hold tenderness for you, for me in our righteous humanity.

It is after all, our Amazing Grace.
P E Kaplan
Written by
P E Kaplan  Belfast, Maine
(Belfast, Maine)   
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