some would call her a good mother- she seemed present- she did the things the world tells mothers to do- her heavy dreams kept her down- her desire to be loved kept her inside a family that broke her down more and more-
loyalty she learned to define backwards kept her loving an emotionally absent husband- dinners made with love, presented in love, made in anger and emptiness, she sent herself away to repent for the things she did wrong-
to herself
her dreams
her daughter.
an absent mother and two sick sisters-a brother who taught her son how to be a monster-
she went away and lost more of herself than she had to start with-a broken woman of 54 who's given up on finding herself in the mirror-or anything that reflects her lack of self-
i have a feeling this is going to be the most important woman I never knew...
