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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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