Mothers and their Daughters.
I finally got my mother all to myself and suddenly I had to leave,
I hesitate when I type a message in case she is enjoying the quiet more than the company.
I used to lull over that saying
The one where I laugh at my mother and look to my father as if we see eye to eye shutting my mother out of the conversation
Out of our little community
My mother taught me how to read
She, herself, a teacher
Taught me how to count, to laugh, to create
The very make believe I never stopped playing
Came from her
And after slamming doors and giving up and writing it down and throwing it away
I stopped running from my mothers fate, that was now my own
Instead I ran towards her
She held no resentment, but rather held me close
My mother is a very good mother
And when my daughter laughs at me and gestures for the approval of father
I will let her have it
And I will wait
And I will let her come to me.
