Mother’s Lament II
Growing up was a nightmare of fear and violence.
I am played out repeating this bold truth;
thought I was doing better by protecting and guiding them;
Did not realize memories would be so easily erased.
Do not be impatient with me then,
though I well remember the skewed priorities of youth.
I am not an unredeemable experiment in failure,
simply human, and imperfect.
Be grateful the plant growing from a crooked stalk
still seeks the light of the sun
with an ever-straightening
illustrious jewel crown of flowers.