History Lesson

Adolescence holds lessons,
I failed to absorb, the leap
into adulthood premature.

Have a son of my own now,
wish to guide him to solace,
help him to settle into a place

where the sky is prominent,
teach him to live without
walls, proud and confident

but I fear the price is too steep
that he will not manage the cost,
recognize that the legacy lives on

that he too has been thrust into
adulthood, a product of his mother’s
failure – an example poorly set.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

4 thoughts on “History Lesson”

  1. Those past “hauntings” sometimes can be our strongest moments of growing…to recognize our moments, no matter how much time or events pass through us is a valuable gift. Walk the moments of reflection, know that you are in a place today that is a gift.

    I, too, can look at my days of being a young mother at 18 and know that I didn’t know how to do most things the right way. You know, though, when I look at my daughter today..who just turned 40…I see a woman that is a good mother, wife and shines beautifully in her own way. I guess I didn’t ruin her completely. (smiling)

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    1. A therapist once told me that while patterns might repeat through generations, each time there is growth and improvement, so healing does occur. Besides, we wouldn’t want our kids to be totally unscarred – lacks character, lol.

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    1. We can’t possibly know. I was in such a hurry to escape adolescence – left home at 17 – that I didn’t fully cook, and it’s those mistakes that haunt me. Not that home offered a place to grow up healthily either.

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