Sometimes, mom have no charm
no harm intended, she offends
mind blinded by pride, mom makes no apologies
We love her any way, forgave words that stung
go tell, she means well, giving hell
spewing wrath like hot ash
Mom demanded respect, seen as suspect, arrested
unforgiven, ignored by one she loves
socially crazed, she retaliated moms grey headiness
The heart wants that which was lost, and
one uncertain dove, looked for twig after a flood, and
mother's love is never above, discerning right and wrong
A social nut she made peace giving hugs, a dished
released her grudge, hurt feeling, bottled up over time, realizing
life is too short, to lose heart
Batting outright lies, hear says, and strife
from some who take honest chatter to battle
Stripping away peace, seeking derision
A mother, granddaughter at war, a granddad
caught in the middle, chose uninvolved status
joy and peace recaptured, two hearts left by the wayside
Comments
Wow!
Wow, Barbara.! I love where you went with your poem and the end blew me away. Very cool style you've got! I enjoyed your poem very much.
love-Faith