Friends, I couldn't sleep and got up and this came out. Guess I've grown and learned a thing or two this time around. What a sad sad sound, the sound of hitting the ground ... But we must carry on and live in the present moment with the good that we have and keep moving forward. Time does heal. I wish you all Peace.

Story, February 2022
My mother loves me, she does
but she has a blind spot
In that blind spot she leaves me, in the dust
She hits the gas and spins out fast, never coming back
She forgets that I'm sitting in the back
She forgets that she loves me
She doesn't know I want her back
The mother who loves me
I carry her on my back
She is heavy
As heavy as hate
I carry the weight
My mother, grandmother and great
All had the weight
From too much comfort of food and whiskey
And the weight of the hate
I see back in time1939, the mother of mine
She has her own ache
It's delivered to her by a war
Her father is gone, her mother drinks on
And closes the door on her little girl
The little girl is angry and mad
It will always be very sad
Now she's to be 83 and
She thinks, once again, that she hates me
She loves me, She hates me
It's Jekyl, It's Hyde
The mother that makes me
I have nowhere to hide
I'm old now myself, on my way with my gray
She doesn't believe me
She won't let it in
I lover her, I need here and
It feels like sin
My mother was here
For 3 years and a bit more
Gone before that for 12 years, first time was 7
Are these numbers real?
How can they be so?
What mother lives on planet earth
Under the same stars as the daughter she birthed
But closes the door, some more
What mother is this, I see in the news
There's reasons for this, and it isn't just booze
It's written in books and on the internet too
It isn't my fault, I am not to blame
There are many others who feel the same
They feel the pain
They feel the same
I know them, I do
They are me and they are you
We are here and we're real
We're true and we care
It's a journey we must make
From here to there
There is a time and a place
That we will be
Growing our life as big as can be
But we'll cry 'cause we'll have to
To get there from here
We'll cry 'cause we must
To break through the rust
The rust in our brains
That wants to cause shame
We must fight the pain so we can reclaim
Our Self as we are, strong and scarred
Our Self as we are, beautiful yet marred
Hold tight something to love
Just as they should have with you
Hold tight something worthy
To care for on your journey
Hold on to your Self
Let her cry
It will get better
By and by