Maddening Mother
In her eyes
I must still be five--
incapable of making informed choices.
Mother wants to manage
my living arrangements,
my next job,
my dating pool,
my life.
Every decision she makes for me
drives me a little more mad.
Mother fusses over
my clothes,
my eating habits,
my piano practice
(though I quite taking lessons
fifteen years ago).
Every conversation turns into
a confrontation,
and sometimes I wish
my maddening mother
would just
leave me alone!
But Mother is always available
to listen to me,
to encourage me,
to hold me,
to fuss over me.
And I know
that maddening mother
will always love me.
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