You were swinging from the oak tree, gaze upward and body motionless. I almost lost my breath because I imagined you losing yours. I saw you for the first time that day. Someday--and the thought had struck me completely unaware--you won't be here anymore. Death will take you from me and I will grieve your absence much like the way I have, at times, grieved your presence.
Dear God, you have given me your all in my mother. She loves me painfully imperfectly but she has never once stopped loving me. When I break away from this haven of self-protection and calloused, practiced indifference, I know. I know I love her. I know all she believes in is harmful to me but peace and shelter to herself, and for that reason I must be kind to her soul and to mine.
My mother. My dear mother. Before it is too late, can you see me for who I really am? I am lost and broken and found in that way I can never find you. I am waiting for you to love me in a place you have condemned. I am waiting for the one who birthed me to birth herself. Oh let me learn how to love you before the storm comes to take you from me.
Dear God, you have given me your all in my mother. She loves me painfully imperfectly but she has never once stopped loving me. When I break away from this haven of self-protection and calloused, practiced indifference, I know. I know I love her. I know all she believes in is harmful to me but peace and shelter to herself, and for that reason I must be kind to her soul and to mine.
My mother. My dear mother. Before it is too late, can you see me for who I really am? I am lost and broken and found in that way I can never find you. I am waiting for you to love me in a place you have condemned. I am waiting for the one who birthed me to birth herself. Oh let me learn how to love you before the storm comes to take you from me.