Mothers

Our relationships are complex entities.

We love them

and we hate them.

They gave us life

through birth

but often felt

they stifled us

as we tried

to flap our wings.

They pampered us,

protected us

from harm,

and kept our drive

to fly the nest

in check

until our wings matured.

And we saw this

as mean,

controlling,

adult behaviour,

when all it meant

was we were

deeply loved.

 

17/05/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Beccy]

As a mother myself now, I understand better how it all works; 'tis complicated, but love always wins out.

Beccy.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed one must hope love always wins out Beccy. many thanks.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

John, I think this is just perfect.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Edie.

[kentuck14]

Yeah . . . so true. My mom was a bit of a worry wort about me seein' I fell down an outside cellar way when I was two. She was always there for me through thick and thin. Still miss her after 32 years.
T.

[Chris Shaw]

A few minor conflicts when I was a teenager which was decades ago, but I have nothing but love and respect for my Mum. She wasn't just a mum, but a great friend too. She is in a nursing home now and only a shell of her former self, but I love her even more for her vulnerability. Yes, where there is friction it will usually be because our mum's have our best interests at heart and we don't see it that way. You describe well here in this nicely composed free verse, that there are two sides of the coin.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome John.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i felt very close to my mother and loved her much...but yes, the conflicts that come with us not living up to exactly what they expect us to become...and how they may try to steer our course.
excellent piece with much truth,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I was clode to mine too and spent a lot of time with her as she was disabled and I was the one who helped her with housework. But we still had a mixed relationship but understood one another. Her quiet poetry inspired me as a thirteen year od to dabble. Thanks Jacob.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many learn too late. Love of parent were a kind and needed gift. When we learn their responsibility. We understand. Your words true and honest John. Most beautiful love. Mother for her child. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You indulge me so this fine morning! Many thanks Coyote John.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work John and you are welcome. Good morning my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Coyote John you are so right mother's are a gift. Many thank yous