Domesticity

written following fallout, mothers are mothers and daughters are their mothers daughters

Tonight
Like most nights
Like most of your time, these times
Haven't changed, not matter what you've said
You said you're going to bed but bed
Means you've left so many things unsaid

But you'll never change, and that's the truth
You know, in youth I'd sit on our roof just
Thinking, what are you thinking, do you know
Your impression? And I
Know you don't want to be you, and neither do I
These consequences, repercussions
My aunts, uncles, thirteen cousins
They don't know, they haven't seen
The influence you've had on me
You, my mother, my own flesh and blood
I follow you like dirt or mud
After you regretfully step in a puddle
And, after a few steps, it may be subtle

I am in those tracks that follow
The apologies, they're always hollow

Some of those regrets, they do stain
I am those shoes that will forever and always contain
A pure, precious, and prized collection
Of love, childhood, and timeless recollection
Even these great memories have black holes
On the bottoms and the inside soles
Lies the dirt, lies, remorse on both sides
But very rarely do I show
what the bottom and inside hide

Author's Note

Almost too much rhyming I know, not trying to rhyme so much just fellout this Way so naturally

Reviews

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Very well express. It's sad to see a daughter (or even a son) has a struggling relationship with her own mother, because she's the one that brought her into this world. But not everyone is perfect, even parents, and sometimes the teenager (who is, by the way, finding themselves in perhaps the toughest times in their lives) sees this and picks up from it, knowing that the mother would lie or won't do anything to the situation.

Nevertheless, it was a great read.