Mom

I was her loss of freedom
her disappointment
her burden to bare.
I was the curious independent one
with no fear.
Always rebellious and stubborn.
I had nothing to learn.
A little to cocky and sure.
Anything to get to her.
We quarreled and we screamed.
Until only hatred and resentment gleamed.
Our indignant differences
never heard by each other.
I was a rotten
ungrateful child.
She was a
mean vindictive mother.
She always had such the short fuse..
Our arguments ending
in broken boned abuse..
Time passes ..........
as it always does.
Each of us losing
our share of love.
Neither understands
the others point of view.
Both of us competing
in everything we do.
Mother, daughter, sister friend.
It is time
we let this war end
Stop now ..
Look at me!
I am not what I appear to be.
I must admit
to my shame.
In some ways
we are the same..
To hurt you
was not my intention.
New love could be
our greatest invention.
I wish the day would come
that you could understand.
All I ever wanted
was for you
to love me
for who I am!

ERICA