Mother lives in me –
her hopes and fears
now embodied
in my choices,
this guilt borne
of her suffering…
and her mother –
who laboured often
with unwelcome toil,
her only respite
widowhood –
it’s her legacy
I bear.
Potential –
who once appeared
with all the radiant
charm of youth,
exists within, also,
although our connection –
drowned out by the banter
of those gone before –
lacks substance.
I remember how
we used to sing –
hearts joyful,
full of daring.
How even in the face
of rigidity, we raised
our voices, dreamed
Now, both distracted –
I, shaking off fragments
of Mother’s hapless life,
extracting splinters
of a grandmother
destined to woe;
potential,
glances away,
forlorn as
a forgotten child,
pouting.
I felt a sense of bitterness and anger, like wanting to break out of a cage and run. Relating on both sides of my family. Potential lives in all of us but we need societal context, culture, relationships, resources to support individual growth. Unless you’re a dandelion; we live in a dandelion world.
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Very well said. As I got older, I saw that not all women my mother’s age thought or conducted themselves the same. It gave me hope.
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Excellent 👍powerful !!
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Appreciate the thumbs up.
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Powerful poem. I believe we carry previous generations with us but I never thought about the meeting of these interior motivations with potential. I love the language – so many good lines.
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Thank you, Sarah. It was a bit of an aha moment for me.
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How magnificent! Such a heartfelt, relatable piece of writing… though I have lived away from my mother for more years than with … 🌹
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Me too…but I find her words still dwell in my sub conscience.
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I would imagine she would be touched to hear this. 😌
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At least you’ve acknowledged Potential’s presence … first step toward a warm embrace?
Really strong poem – stirs up questions I’ve had all my life about my mother’s mother.
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Someone told me once that we are not our parents, but our grandparents – that the patterns skip a generation. I often think of the life she lead – nothing like the dreams she held for herself.
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Interesting. Pretty sure my son channels a lot of my dad’s mental energy challenges. But he also has a LOT in common with his own dad. He’s reflecting both generations.
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