Oh Mom It was on your birth- day, eleven years after you died. I sank into the torque that was your life, and how hard it was to know you. I remembered the photo my brother found of you before we were born. There was a light in your eyes that I never knew.
this brought a lump to my throat, feeling the complicated relationship I had with my mum who died four years ago, and also knowing that truly there was only love
Mark, the beauty of this poem touches many levels.
I so admire your openness to let your mother in, to hear feel what she had to say, and to gift your heartfelt exchange into the world so it may touch us all. ❤️🙏
I read this over and over again. It resonates so much. No parent wants to hurt their child and yet we do.
this brought a lump to my throat, feeling the complicated relationship I had with my mum who died four years ago, and also knowing that truly there was only love
Mark, the beauty of this poem touches many levels.
I so admire your openness to let your mother in, to hear feel what she had to say, and to gift your heartfelt exchange into the world so it may touch us all. ❤️🙏
thank you for this! a new perspective to consider in a complicated relationship