Transcendental Sonnet #1377:
On Mother's Day
in memoriam Patricia Lance
My mother used to call it jealousy
This impulse which makes others so unkind
Whatever it is it is hell for me
Some seem to just love to mess with my mind
Push all the buttons to make me feel bad
Make it so I never know what to think
Use me abuse me and make me feel sad
And ultimately bring me to the brink
Of giving up or else of going mad
She knew this because they did it to her
On Mother's Day I weep for what we lost
Of all the joys which are not never were
Will never be and stagger at the cost
Of jealousy to my Mom and to me
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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YOu got sTrenGth from her too, I'm betting....
YOu endured alot and kids can be mean, it's not fair.
I bet you made it alot longer than you "really" thought you would- (In your mind ) Good 4 YOU! Thanks 4 sharing your feelings w/ all of us... Many Warm HuGs,SheeeOXO....