Maternal Fabric
Published in
Jul 6, 2024
That stroke of luck
An extra buck
How fortunate it would be
Always welcome, but never enough to comfort me
As my eyes reflect painful lies, my mother told daily
They’d be okay, she’d always say but never convincingly
another stone of fabrication added to the weigh
Each silver tongued response created another fray
Cut from the same cloth they tell me
Finally, a truth
but one I don’t want to hear
“Can’t it be another way?”
Replied my mother’s sneer
"Honey, why do insist on doing this? Do you want to ruin my day?"
Always prioritizing your day over my life
I hold no grudge, I hold no strife
From the deepening wounds from your maternal knife
Instead, I vowed to myself
when it’s my turn
I’d be a better mother and wife.
©2024 Megan Gearghty, All rights reserved.
