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 2019-05-18, in poetry and tagged celebration, child, Emotions, family, Life, Love, mortality, motherhood, parenthood, poems, poetry, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.