What Shall I Call Her

No one knew her like I knew her

on the surface sweet  kind

commiserative

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

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