It lasted over seventy years, so it is hardly surprising it gets revisited from time to time!


Some people are super sensitive
and she was no exception,
ears cocked, and eyes alert
for any hint of criticism -
whether intended, real, or not.

But I was the only child,
grown used to her suspicion
and unwarranted retaliation
my skin had grown barrier thick.
But my heart?  That bled so often.

What I learned in later life
was how her repeated unfairness
not only thickened my skin
but left scars on it too -
lessening it's sensitivity.

Eventually it killed love!

(No, it killed a kind of love:
The kind that is earned.)

And it wasn't until the end -
when her breathing ceased -
and she released me to be free,
that I felt genetic love...

and wept for her loss.




© Griffonner 2023

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Written on 2023-07-16 at 10:58

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Allen for a further exploration on this theme. It reminded me of my wife's cousin who suffered from a domineering mother; also, my wife's first husband who also had the same to contend with.