Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –
Tag: family
Family Nonsense
I bleed champagne poetry, am softer than brother bug – almost corduroy – born to father, dark, to glass women, we surround them, bring liquid
Death Reveals Inadequacy
Mother is fearful, time slipping through her fingers, loneliness enveloping her. I hold space for her in my thoughts, my heart aching in beat with
Adult Child
So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and,
A 60’s Childhood
Formative years were more destruct than construct; contradictions riddled the foundation of our familial structure: one man tyrannized five females while in the news, women
Parenting Adolescents
Daughters ride emotional escalators – while sons prefer a higher ground – more attic than sound, motivations vague Parents observe, bite tongues wish they had
