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You weren't always... perfect
well, perhaps never is a more accurate term
it's not a judgment
or an assignment of blame
it's just called being human
Growth is a process that we learn
Whether or not we try to hide
from life
from fear
from pain
No matter if we walk or run
we'll just continue around the same path... again
Marching out the door
coat firmly buttoned
looking neither side to side
blinders in place
closed over your face
anger exuding
from the pace of your stride
Closed off in a world of your thoughts
you chose not to share
for years...
Well-known for your secrets
strange ways
and silence
Laying down the law
desperate to keep me safe
from those you thought meant me ill
messages ignored - never passed on
It hurt me more than you knew
a fledgling relationship lost
no matter the human cost
Here I am now... reunited
with the brother I thought
walked away
My feelings disrupted
my memories tainted
I only have this to say:
Logically I understand your need to keep me safe
but as an adult, you should have trusted me
to make my own success or my own mistakes
Yet here I am, with that relationship renewed
My final words on the topic...
Mom, I forgive you
Comments (6)
auntietk
Both my parents had an overly high need for control, and the feel of your poem is totally familiar. Wonderfully written!
cagewench
Thanks. This poem was inspired by the fact that I was reunited with my biological half-brother this week after 15 years of no contact... Or so I thought, it turns out that my Mom (who passed away 4 yrs ago) was keeping the fact that he was phoning her trying to get in touch with me a secret because she was leery of my birth family and as my real (aka adoptive) Mom, she wanted to protect me.
beachzz
Wow, what a story--well told--parts of it are very familiar, though for different reasons.
TallPockets
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" .... HELLO, old FRIEND! .... GLAD to see you're still alive 'n' kickin'! .... WINK .... Yeah, at some point, we all HOPEFULLY realize that our 'parents' are kinda' like doctors ''PRACTICING'' medicine .... They treat those with what they KNOW at the TIME .... My BEST to you and yours, KIND SOUL .... PEACE .... TallPockets/brian.
Wolfspirit
Congratulations! (I can relate on many levels.) Love, unconditional, it is acceptance of truth. It heals all. The truth never hurts. Forgiveness is often a part of the journey to the enlightened moment of "truth" discovering, as I have, forgiveness is not needed. I need not forgive what I accept. That is love, or my understanding of it. As you have shared what you know of her. Your mother did not bore you, but she was a mother, your mother, and she loved you for you, her daughter. "Peace to you and yours and thanks for sharing." P.S. I also agree with Tall Pockets, parents, yeah we do the best we can, but we are not much different from the people we are attempting to raise... We have a little more living experience, but we screw up too. Oh well, human will be human and beautiful we all are. PEACE! Smiles, and Hugs Too!
cagewench
Thanks everyone :>