My Mother
I’ll never forget what my mother did.
She never cared about me and my wellbeing.
And it’d be a lie to say that
I appreciated everything she did.
She always pushed my limits and
Disregarded what I felt because to her it wasn’t true.
I felt like a complete disappointment, and she
Never said “I love you.”
I know how she truly felt about me, but I
Guess I didn’t know to how tell her how I really felt about it.
Practicing piano showed me my mother would never leave my side,
Even if that was the only thing I wanted.
I can’t say enough how much she meant to me.
The old piano just sits there, and I see her hovering over me.
I can feel tears coming back to my eyes.
She forced me to continue.
Even though all I wanted was to stop.
She never gave up on me,
I, the failure who would never become a prodigy.
Sometimes, I wish she did.
Those babies she left behind in China and never forgot.
That’s what drove her insane-
Maybe that’s what actually killed her, not the cerebral aneurysm.
One day, I finally had the guts to tell my mother to leave me alone!
I miss my mother dearly...
HA! That’s not true!
I hated my mother.
As we look back at our past, we can realize how wrong our initial thoughts could
have been. By looking backwards, we can learn what we honestly felt and thought. So, let’s
look backwards at the passage above:
By Emily Fukuda ‘18