Southern Discomfort
Posted: 16 Oct 2016, 20:48
My mother
That undefeated, immortal being
She gave me my first ragged breaths
But tried to snuff it out.
I wonder
Did she feel love for me the first time she heard those newborn screams?
Was there love in that old wooden ladle as she cracked it across my backside?
I am larger, sturdier now.
No longer a small child.
She is frail, somehow delicate now
Old age has turned that veritable behemoth into the epitome of helpless.
In my mind, forever, will she loom.
Forever will I question her love
Forever will I flinch
Forever I am unlovable to the most loving of creatures
That undefeated, immortal being
She gave me my first ragged breaths
But tried to snuff it out.
I wonder
Did she feel love for me the first time she heard those newborn screams?
Was there love in that old wooden ladle as she cracked it across my backside?
I am larger, sturdier now.
No longer a small child.
She is frail, somehow delicate now
Old age has turned that veritable behemoth into the epitome of helpless.
In my mind, forever, will she loom.
Forever will I question her love
Forever will I flinch
Forever I am unlovable to the most loving of creatures