Daughters & Sons
I’m so sad for the mother
T hat never became what she ought
As a woman:
A person
To gladden her realm;
Never became what you faintly could call
Happy creature,
The features of happiness missing in full.
I’m so sad,
And I don’t fully tumble to layered grief why.
Is it that she will die,
Her future become a flyby
Without any chance on this planet for joy?
That some of her blood runs inside of my veins,
And some gene-derived thought in my brain
Is connected to some of her pains?
Of all the denatured, the tortured
I feel my sadness directed at one.
Is it guilt?
Is there something I just haven’t done?
How much mother’s keeper
Should daughters and sons…?
I’m so sad.
©Daughters & Sons 98.1.1 version2
Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Mother Book;
Arlene Corwin