How I find myself here
Cutting my mother’s hair.
When I swore we’d never speak
Never give myself the chance
to destroy her…
Like I know I could.
Such a moment of grace
And a realization-
“I forgive her”
And for once,
It’s not about her.
Maybe not meaningful to you but meaningful to me is the fact that this song came out the year I became a mother…albeit a pre-birth mother, but a mother aware of the child inside her all the same…
I identified with this song so much.
Somedays, I still do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the men and women mothers or mother role holders, even the ones that weren’t close to perfect.
I have many mothers. And each has been instrumental in my development as a person and a mother myself. So I say, to all the women (and men) who have stepped up and taken the initiative to assume the role and actually BE mothers to all the children, of all ages that needed one or wanted one, or both: THANK YOU and HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
I am the fading echo of my mother’s torment,
the strength she could not find.
Wandering lost for many lives,
trapped by the paths of my mind.
Solace found in the water, fed.
The light has found my dreams.
A heavy haze lifted and showed my own eyes
in them, looking back reflecting.
Her torment passed on; now teaching me.
I took the needle from the groove
and summoned the bridge planks to meet my feet.
Now I am running,
still, for me.