Saturday, March 5, 2016

What Shall I Call Her

No one knew her like I knew her
on the surface sweet  kind

Below the surface she shocked 
her anger hurricane force words
whipped any victim 

It was hard for her to be
my mother  hard for me to be
her daughter

I did not stand down at all and
it ankled her to no end
it ankled me that I ankled her

No longer wanting to be
like her, my Mother who
I would hope to represent

We were two different people

I like to think my daughter and I
are on the same page, much closer
I only have my perspective

My Mother

My Daughter


1 comment:

  1. Ha, I think the relationship you have with YOUR daughter is beautiful!