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.
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Mom didn't express herself much but lived through the family. She had greenish eyes like mine. Hers were sooo soft and caring but elsewise very hard to read.
Thank you again, your words were very touching. And truly "Mom in a nutshell."
falling too close to your truth,
a genetic mirror reflecting broken.
Someone should pay you for those lines.
Luv, K