I should be at my Mom’s this weekend.
She’s there, but sits alone.
My heart breaks, my mother isn’t who she was.
Angry at the world, angry at me,
angry at anyone who dares cross her door.
Fight after fight after fight.
Ugliness and hatred now fills her mind.
I can no longer help her find the light;
I’ve tried, time and again.
I’ve ignored it, tried to redirect,
but nothing today was good enough for her.
She just wanted to poke and prod and start problems.
Every interaction just devolves into another screaming match.
Not just with me, but others now too.
It’s as if she wanted us to go, to leave, to be gone.
We gave her what she wanted.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.