String theory

I was always in that ambulance with you
and I always held your hand
and you were always thirteen and self conscious

As we drove back home from the hospital
and everything was alright
and you were coming back with us

It was always and ever so and I was
always my mother's daughter and
my daughter's mother and so very mortal

And all the strands run together and
they twist and turn with burning pain
and sweet laughter and it was always this





Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-07-30 at 06:17

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent in concept and execution, Asa. Bravo!
2015-07-31


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Your theory is very nice. That everything is linked through motherhood. It is like a never ending chain linking us all. And the happiness and pain runs along the connection and though we see it as unique, it is in every link.
2015-07-31



Nice to see you here again.
I like your string theory and how they blend together, and twist and turn. Enjoyed the poem.
Ashe
2015-07-30