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Mother
The childhood memories
Of princess stories
And rained-out snuggles
Do not match up
This can’t be my mother
Your eyes droop
Face is empty
I don’t recognize this woman
The allowance you give these fears
Astonishes me through and through
But you neither listen nor care
You need to be fixed, Mother
The decline has been taken
Too far, too far
As you continue to fade
On wooden legs
In that bar
I lay back while you crumble
Your soul’s tenacity
Piecing away
Your parasite
Gnawing you down
Misusing those supple lips
Tender muscles
And fragile hands
Until early this morning
When his beak crows
You need fixed
You only find fun
Depleting along the narrow minded
Squandering away until you lose
This drain has run dry
Your illness swept through
Ebbing up
Until you die
The things you have missed
Those details
You don’t know
Moments of my life
Forever forgotten
In a world built only of glass drinks
And cardboard coasters
First kiss or first love
First night tangled in sheets
Your daughter is no longer a dove
Because of those words
You said last night when you came home
My tears weep against the doubt
Nobody will believe
Nobody will care
How dare you tell me
My life is so easy
So fair
Mother, you need fixed because
Miraculously you don’t remember
All actions
Evil or angelic
Thoughts
Terrible and gentle
Drinks
Colorful but toxic
Making it that much harder
To stay mad, my dear
When you gaze up
Feigning innocence
Like me
But whole forgiveness will not be had
Many moments
I cannot stand
Sometimes you abhor me
My repugnance of this lifestyle
Clasping me back
And this thought
A daughter should never have
My mother needs fixed
She is broken
Shattered upon fears
Memories
Pinched securely in her mind
Her father, her childhood
Never to be resurfaced
And dreams
She wanted to achieve
Travel the world, make me proud
Fell just short of excellence
But still
My mother she is
Surely it won’t always be this way
Someday
She will hear my pleas
Ardent and ravenous against her breath
Until finally she’s free
Stop
Stop mother
It’s not needed
You can be mighty without
Become that woman
You always said you’d be
Laughing and spreading joy
A memory for all to see
Stop mother
Stop

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