night has a dull ache to it
fog is moving in like a dark cloth
being carefully put over a cage
so as not to disturb a song
out under sullen moon
hiding her knowing behind silver clouds
that a woman’s soul
should always weep in shadows
i hide this sorrow
like a precious pearl
my girl she was
too sacred to share
sadness filtered through guilt
or something like shame
because I was not strong enough
to demand that she love me
that she owed me a debt
of not dying before me
her final revenge
for something only she knew
though it cost her more bitterly
than I searching sky for solace
only a mother could crave
I sung her Miss Polly had a dolly
who was sick sick sick
she knew it off by heart
but I had not grasped how deeply
i sing it under canopy of sullen sky
embracing air thick as death
for she was my girl
and this too sacred to share
©Carol Desjarlais 11.25.23
I am not the only one who has a child who had an illness. How hurt she was to hurt others so. I sacrificed myself to her hate so that she would keep it there rather than be projected onto others. That did not work either. She always had to hate someone. I think she got tired of hiding her truths and I did not exist to her any more. But I know better. She knew how it felt to be adored. She didn’t know that a mother’s love is forever even when it is discarded in dust she molded out of her demons. This sorrow is a longing for her to have stayed that beautiful brown-eyed girl that loved her mother deeply. I am now a mother with no place to put that love that was meant just for that one. I would take even her hate to have her back where I could try again with the knowledge I have now. I am not the only one. I know many who are struggling with not knowing how to fix a beloved child who cannot love us back.
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