Mother Wounds
I’d forgotten that I’d loved her
When she was my world.
I remember only years
Of dismissal and correction.
Unsafe to feel tears packed away.
My silent shield fed her rejection.
Our mother is our first love,
From her mother’s mother’s belly,
Trauma breathed through generations
Long before our birth.
Her voice echos in our soma
Fating love relations and our worth.
She is our first heartbreak
when a smile vanished from her face.
A buried hurt we can’t erase.
Still seeking to repair that ache
In friends, and pets, and lovers
To be our longed-for mother.
But we find the flaws she had
Repeated now in others.
They provoke that sad and lonely place
When we hungered for her warm embrace.
Ice queen mothers can be cruel,
Play victim, or are never there.
Others harshly rule and meddle everywhere.
Some reign the fairest of them all
And treat their daughter like their doll.
