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I miss my mother And the sadness in her heart And the old Adirondack songs she used to sing off key I never thought I would miss that But I do now So much later And I miss my Aunt Her full body laugh, her twinkle, Her short stocky strength And her compassion for me Because Really No one else showed me that compassion Not like she did And how did they have that laugh Born of a life so hard How did it survive And why wasn’t it passed down to us It was like it was their possession And we were not privy to it I have my mother’s cat He cries for food all the time It seems Crying for love Wanting for sustenance Just like her I don’t treat him the way my mother did She let him eat on the table with her It was hard for him No more stove access No tables, countertops No Colonel Sanders chicken skins No shared turkey sandwich He likes to lie on cold sheets Or under them He doesn’t like too much affection Lest he scratch me Just like her He used to miss Her But now I’m his one and only And he is mine Such as it might be (As my mother would say) Our horses were her friends But we were not Better said, the horses were her secret And we were not Her secret life Was not ours to know Only her facade of motherly love Indeed, not selfless Now I lay her down to rest Except another layer Keeps revealing itself to me As I continue to reveal myself To me Someday I will be able to forgive her forever Once and for all And love all that she was And all that she wasn’t She was just a human being Who happened to be my mother
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
My Mother (a title, so Brian does not chastise me)
I miss my mother And the sadness in her heart And the old Adirondack songs she used to sing off key I never thought I would miss that But I do now So much later And I miss my Aunt Her full body laugh, her twinkle, Her short stocky strength And her compassion for me Because Really No one else showed me that compassion Not like she did And how did they have that laugh Born of a life so hard How did it survive And why wasn’t it passed down to us It was like it was their possession And we were not privy to it I have my mother’s cat He cries for food all the time It seems Crying for love Wanting for sustenance Just like her I don’t treat him the way my mother did She let him eat on the table with her It was hard for him No more stove access No tables, countertops No Colonel Sanders chicken skins No shared turkey sandwich He likes to lie on cold sheets Or under them He doesn’t like too much affection Lest he scratch me Just like her He used to miss Her But now I’m his one and only And he is mine Such as it might be (As my mother would say) Our horses were her friends But we were not Better said, the horses were her secret And we were not Her secret life Was not ours to know Only her facade of motherly love Indeed, not selfless Now I lay her down to rest Except another layer Keeps revealing itself to me As I continue to reveal myself To me Someday I will be able to forgive her forever Once and for all And love all that she was And all that she wasn’t She was just a human being Who happened to be my mother
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
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