A poem from a strange daughter
If foresight revealed you would always remain my biggest fan
then in retrospect, I’m certain you wished that you had made a better escape plan.
I type these words weary & mothered out.
Wondering how I can still love a child who dismisses me without having to shout.
Mostly nag & figure motherhood out.
Is it worth it?
Life is fleeting.
these words would sound better if interpreted by a Geisha learning how to interpret the I Ching.
strive to find a purpose.
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you may make you stronger
It also makes one weary and often a bit teary.
I carry on the tradition
light your cake as a reminder
that without you there would be no fire lit in my belly savouring the meaning of meaning.
Life is a celebration, a trial and cursed blessing.
I have no words to convey how much I have sinned.
To quote a wise lady I’ll be happy if I can be a quarter the lady my mother is when…
she draws the curtains on her solo performance of a life lived.
life would have been sung by the haunting blues & myriad cherubs singing ‘Elysium exists’ hymn after hymn.
Happy birthday – psalm 58 to the creator of hope & faith
a celebration to your mortality.
Insightful are those who keep a track of the moments lived in the presence
& know how to make all of it count.
Posted on May 18, 2019, in poetry and tagged celebration, child, Emotions, family, Life, Love, mortality, motherhood, parenthood, poems, poetry, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.