I wrote this poem about my elderly mother with whom I have a difficult relationship. We don't ever see eye to eye there are your ideas and there are mine generational gaps and bridges and walls..... I grew older and began to understand your pain but how could I be the sole source of so much? I was just branching out and growing my own roots but the art of getting grown broke such a fragile bond till suddenly you became a stranger and now it's you I chase trying to beat the clock but I know there is not enough time to rebuild what was lost there are your ideas and there are mine generational gaps and bridges and walls ties that bind and break hearts forgive me for not trying to find myself somewhere lost in your eyes and in your heart how can I know myself if I don't even know you? how could I love myself when I can't even love you? what is to become of a motherless child, whose mother is before her but not worth her while?
