Hi, It’s Katherine! I want to share this poem with you all. It was written a little while ago and has just been sat on my desktop waiting to be shared. Not everyone has a perfect relationship with their parents and my relationship with my mother has been chaotic at best. We are trying to work together on rebuilding at the moment. I hope you enjoy this exploration of our relationship.
Each morning she wakes, she gets dressed, she fights
She stops the tears, she silences the strife
She is hurting but holds her head high
Though she is kind we don’t always see eye to eye
Cuts and burns from the glass in her studio
Crafting stained sculptures for her secret grotto
Her mind is tired of the fight but she persists
A tangled knot of voices and lists
She is stubborn, she is brave and deserves every honour
But semi-colons slip and she might be a goner
Walk-abouts, bottle-tops, empty glasses, full stops.
No stillness, no silence, just promises and defiance
Armed with the knowledge of those she will leave, she holds on still.
A battle won, a battle lost, will the fight never cease
I love her, though her words cut like knives
Together we stand, though separate in lives
Together we stand, mark our ground, take on the wall
Of weakness, of giving in, we will not fall
Mother and daughter, together as a pair
Strength on strength, life is never fair