Oh, it's sick. I recognize my dysfunction in even having to comment on my mother's poem, never mind to respond in poetic kind.
To a "Loving" Mother
Mothers who love their children
Understand that they are individuals
Mothers who love their children
Are not suddenly surprised that
Everything the mother likes
Is not something their child will like
Children who love their mothers
Participate in things with them
That they might not like
Some children are overly polite
Some children did not have role models of
Communicate to follow
So they did not say directly right away
"Wouldn't it be nice if you participated in something I liked"
Instead they admired your photography
They antiqued with you
They watched boring programs on TV
After traveling 8 hours to be with you
And what they heard about was
YOU.
ONLY YOU
NOTHING BUT YOU
Even at their wedding
The reply from the loving mother was
"bite me"
"shit happens"
Not one apology for making it about
Getting back at my father by pulling family members out
To see your vintage car
Not one apology for not having lunch or dinner
With your daughter before her wedding
Not one apology for going on and on about a divorce
Over 8 years previously
But the polite child never complained
And the polite child takes responsibility for that
But this child never dreamed on the one day
She said "stop" "enough" my husband is in the hospital
As you demanded the perfect Christmas gift
Would be met by unending demands for a months
That a break you requested
Would instead be constant harrassing letters
In a "therapy" style
That you would further go on to interview relatives
Instead of listening to or reading your daughter's own words
On what the problem was with our relationship
To send demands after I relented to a visit from you
On your menu choices, as if we were your servants for the week.
I say it again "Enough"
Be gone evil demon of despair.
2 comments:
hi! I found you through your link to my blog (thank you by the way!) and let me tell you buddy, we have a LOT in common. (making me wonder if my mom is out there writing hideous poems about my brothers and I) I can so relate to a lot of what you are saying (my step monster SUCKS ASS but I never had to live with her and my dad was literally my only sanity while growing up). If you dont mind, Im pretty sure I will be back and Im a serial commenter! Ill start by saying I actually work in mental health and I will tell you, its SO GOOD that you are writing about stuff. And Im very glad that you have a wonderful husband (but i do agree that you dont ever have to believe anymore that "they didnt do it on purpose" when he says that. Its bullshit) and hope this helps you in your journey. Take care and come visit me anytime you like ok? Laughing will get us through this.
Hey, feel free to leave your comments:) Glad to see someone is reading this and it's not one of my parents.
Already said all of this to them. It is for me, and you are absolutely right, it does help to write it out. Even better to get such a nice and positive message.
Thank you.
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