Another Mother's Hoverboard

Friday, September 01, 2006

down in two rounds

hardwood dreams
in a particle board
world
she realizes that
she lives each moment
watching them through the
reflection in her mother's
eyes
despise found there
often...

soften, please mum,
please?

no, not the case
She is cracked and
hurting but cannot fix
her broken parts

turns her tools to us
for help? noooo...
criticism she
lays out thick and blobby
never
quite able to get it off
even when
directed (briefly)
elsewhere
the saint of all things
righteous

she has been in this
ring before:
"round one"

fought this battle
with gloves up
always and even
when she felt she gained
a lil advantage she
so badly wanted OUT
OF THAT RING
to gently hold her
hand and just sing

but it was of Her design
and she was not about
to bow down then
when all she had was
her inner fight
her knowledge she
was right
or could be, if she was
given the chance
she'd just walk out
and dance

and "round two" is here
and it's harder
the martyr always
ready to ring that
bell and swell herself
with pride that
She was right
oh yes, SHE WAS RIGHT.

lost sight.

and now with compassion
as her guide she must
find another way to
reach into that ring
and tap her ever so gently
on the shoulder,
(so she doesn't startle)

and tell her it's over

round three is the challenge
that will never be.

need not be.

it's just you and me,
remember, mom?
we're your family.