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