Mother

Mother

A Poem by mackenzi_drew

I have this reoccurring dream
That I'm up at a podium
Delivering your Eulogy
And the truth in it
is bitter and haunting
[Because the words that fall off of my lips,
clarify that you are now in another place]
And now our backs no longer have to break
From the weight of your undiagnosed mental illness
And how your each and every scream somehow killed us

But whenever I come to visit you
I still watch you take your pills with wine...

© 2015 mackenzi_drew


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Added on November 10, 2015
Last Updated on November 10, 2015
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mackenzi_drew
mackenzi_drew

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada



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Abstract/landscape painter, ukulele and guitar player, visitor of abandoned places, food lover, song/poem writer, photographer, coffee snob, museum/gallery browser, space geek, concert frequenter, lov.. more..

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