The bad seed
Stories that we tell
How many clues in our life
Our secret domain
As from our cradle
We are peering outward bound
Do you see us three?
Truth, lies, forgetting
Never seen by my mother
Apple of her eye
Welcome claws of fate
You have piled my spirits up
I, friend to no-one
Now for rash actions
I’ll lead my life in exile
She will never see
very cool I like this
ReplyDeleteOh but I forgot to add...mother's see everything. Mine had eyes in the back of her head
ReplyDeleteLove it, OE. I agree with aspiritofsimplicity....my mother had eyes on the back of her head, too.
ReplyDeleteAh, maybe the mother does see.
ReplyDeleteMothers do not always see, and that could be a blessing,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
The claws of fate can be cruel things indeed.
ReplyDeleteMy parents were very stoic people. My mother is still alive and she has softened a bit. My father died last year. While we didn't have an awful relationship, I always felt like he didn't understand me because I have always been a heart on the sleeve type where he always withheld his emotions. After he died and I was reflecting on our relationship, I saw that in his own stilted way, he really did care.
There is something about us succumbing to our parents expectations. My mother is 93 and I still hear her exhortions ringing in mind. /well-written, oldegg.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeletecrystal ball