May the devil mend you is
what my mother used to say
anytime I got myself into a jam.

She had no empathy for me,
I had two older brothers who
fulfilled all her aspirations.

We were expected to be assembly
line children, same components,
so what was my problem then?

I had Aspergers and dyslexic, but
of course, back in the 50's 60's when
I was at school, it was an unknown.

She died recently, went to her grave
not knowing what it was that made me
so different, 70 & I'm not fixed yet Mom.