Woundering

What is she thinking

Going through her life like she is

Always changing houses, states, and jails

 

Here and there

There and here

Bouncing around

She always has cops after her

Though she acts like it don't internally eat at her

 

So in the end we don't see her more then we do

Were always hoping, waiting, and watching to see her get through

Though we know the truth

 

She, in the bitter end will never change

And pathetically we love her for her

For she is exciting, fun, and interesting

So the crazy seduction of it is always pulling us in

 

As a result we wish she would just stay in one place

Settle doen with her everything

And truly be happy, cherished, and loved

 

But in the lingering remain of life

She will remain as she is

Restless, eager, and exhilaration deprived

Till she can find it

 

This is who she is

This is the example of experience I try to avoid

This is the person I shall always hold dear

This is the true assess I come from

This is my mother.

Reviews

[Legion]

Some are meant to be and some aren't. Mine took to the wind when I was a baby. Good poem.