Mother’s Day (An Ode to Estrangement)
Your mother’s your mother, that’s what they say
You won’t get another, so hug her each day
But what if your one kept going astray?
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Instead of wholehearted motherly love
Life gave you a hefty shove
With healing hands hidden in gloves
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“Don’t cause trouble,” whispers would plead
A gentle child, you paid innocent heed
You camouflaged every emotional need
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“But… she’s your Mum!” others opined
When they saw you’d cut the ties that bind
Past with present, life redefined
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Not everyone will understand
Your soul’s desire, its fiery demand
That you walk alone, your path unplanned
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But now your dear, brave heart is light
Gladly free of maternal might
That anchored you to anxious plight
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Your mother’s your mother, that’s what they say
You won’t get another, so hug her each day
But your life need not be lived that way
