Random stiches held us
when discord plucked at
the thread of family ties.
Eyes blue, begging approval,
wished for rainbows to shine
after each storm of words.
Mama, I was an apple
falling too close to your truth,
a genetic mirror reflecting broken.
I now sing the song, you wouldn’t.
My heart strives for so much more
when yours settled for less.
In the silence I reach for your voice
to speak all you stored in regrets.
I write the truth your tears could never explain.
©Susie Clevenger 2014