Just Feels it is Sometimes — In Loving Memory of My Mother

While growing up one tends to gain certain annoyances with their mother that seem to irk them…

Fish

We sat on your bed
and we kissed
like each other’s lips were water
and we were fish gasping for breath beneath the waves
after living in a mud puddle for days

It’s easy to be the calm
When rage was born beneath me
And her wrath and fury
Were always in comparison to my own docile demeanor