Hmm, sixty-five years ago today, You entered this world. Twenty-nine years ago you left far too soon. Up 'til then, I knew you my entire life yet, I'm still learning you more each year. This last year, I dug up painful, crushing information. Confirmed details. Connected dots. Formed a picture of a childhood that wasn’t. Saw the end of a truncated adolescence. Now I’m speculating, wondering when those first predators attacked so viciously, did you have warning of the next assault? Did you have time to breathe? I don’t think so. Any time to think? Where would your thoughts have taken you? Did they give you time to be? My poor math says no. I arrived not too long after. And I wonder, how were you able to love me? I don’t have all the dots, but enough are plotted for my heart to contract over the violations you endured. I see now what I couldn’t see then. I understand why you never wanted to go back home.
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| Hmm, sixty-five years ago today, You entered this world. Twenty-nine years ago you left far too soon. Up 'til then, I knew you my entire life yet, I'm still learning you more each year. This last year, I dug up painful, crushing information. Confirmed details. Connected dots. Formed a picture of a childhood that wasn’t. Saw the end of a truncated adolescence. Now I’m speculating, wondering when those first predators attacked so viciously, did you have warning of the next assault? Did you have time to breathe? I don’t think so. Any time to think? Where would your thoughts have taken you? Did they give you time to be? My poor math says no. I arrived not too long after. And I wonder, how were you able to love me? I don’t have all the dots, but enough are plotted for my heart to contract over the violations you endured. I see now what I couldn’t see then. I understand why you never wanted to go back home. Always anywhere but there. I appreciate the distance you kept with certain people. Ask no favors, expect no help. I understand. My heart bleeds and weeps for you. Yet, I remain so very grateful you stayed in the world as long as you did. I'm eternally blessed you chose to love me. You dug in to nurture your children despite being barely more than a child yourself. You were present. You provided for all our needs. Thank you for standing and fighting. For guiding and encouraging. I appreciate you. I honor you. I love you. I pray wherever you are, Peace and Bliss envelop you. With love forever and always, Your Mini. Share #poem #poetry #mom #life #memory #future #collection You’re currently a free subscriber to Harvest Life on Substack. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription. | |
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