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‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
i would stand my ground
through every dimension
there was fury and anger
in every move she made
i felt it growing up
a fiery onslaught cascade
as year flew by faster
sending us forth and beyond
her health ever failed her
took me years to catch on
that holding onto bitterness
tasted like acid filled song
to forgive and let go
an aching that i longed for
within a prison i had made
nothing ever etched in stone
time gave clarity to us both
together close and not alone
i gave her all i could amend
calling her daily even when
her hours had waned and
angels called her to them
‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
she visits in my dreams
through every dimension
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-Art-of-letting-go/
My mother and I struggled to get along and even after I married and had a family we simply could not agree on many things. But after all was said and done, we were really so much alike in so much of who we were, that in her final years we became so close, it was difficult when she died. Five years later and I long for the phone to ring, or for me to dial her up and her hear voice.
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i’m glad that you were getting closer with the years…also that you were able to let go of bitterness.. so rewarding when relationships heal..esp. with our parents
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Thank you Claudia. It took far too many years to achieve that closeness as a trait we shared was being stubborn. In that I do regret, as we could have had so many more times together before she became so ill. But I am happy for what we did have.
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very familiar story for me…it was my sister that i had the hardest time with….and it got really ugly before it got better…i can say that it has been wonderful to have a better relationship with her later in life….
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Thanks Brian. I still have a brother that a relationship has not been possible with but then he is pretty much that way with the whole family, so it isn’t just me. Better late than never they do say.
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Very touching ~ isn’t it ironic that we think we are different, but through time and forgiveness we are able to move forward and love each other anew ~ Thanks for this personal share ~
Grace
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Thank You for your comment, Grace. I was fortunate as some other are not.
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a huge hurdle finally gotten over….appreciate the long struggle is must have been 😉
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Took a lifetime for us both and thankfully I was able to let go and let be. Thank You!
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Renee, this hits closer than you might think. Both with my Mum and my daughter – we face struggles….but strangely, as I watch my daughters grow up…I begin to see and we begin to share…
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a gentle resolution to a difficult journey
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This was beautiful. I thought you talked of a long lost friend. And I guess its right. Mothers are the best friends always !
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A wonderful poem with so many truths and inner hurts.. We hold so many similarities Renee, As you know My Mother didnt speak for 10 yrs and then passed on.. Bitterness kept her prisoner for many years…. much to my sadness and trying to reach out..
Love to you xox
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I so wish I could have done things differently but that is life, isn’t it. We always seem to wish for what wasn’t but I have to be thankful for what was. xoxox
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I always think Renee, we go through our various experiences because they make us who we are today.. Without them we would be different people.. And for all the past hurts in my life.. I enjoy who Ive become 🙂
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