Postcard from 1992

A poem on motherly love.

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Hi mom
I just want to lament
All the time we’ve lost
I’m certain you understand
How much it cost
For me to forsake home
History and blood
I pushed so much away
Bloody knuckles that shoved
Your loving dreams
Ideas as big as my hair
I ran away
My god I was scared
Of failing my parents
Maybe the extended family too
But now there’s not much
I wouldn’t do
To make you feel proud
Of the adult…