Dear Mom,
Words seem to have ceased to exist between us
Dozens of letters have been written to you
buried in a box in my closet
all too angry for what I really would like to say
Tonight, now
in living up to the character I expect of myself
I need to tell you, honestly…
It was not fair what happened to you
to your dreams,
to the bear hug of existence you so passionately devoured
that devoured you
You were the golden princess in the yellow dress
your knight and kingdoms all held close
in your own box buried within your wardrobe
There were thousands who cheered you nightly
as you swept across the stage made of roses
disappearing completely from this reality
You were cast aside
disconnected the voice from your heart
and was entirely too weak to stand against them all
Eventually the words became true
validated by the men in your life
and the women jealous of your gifts
The hypocrisy began to make sense to you
with your weaknesses so clear
giving your soul to everyone but yourself
You are far too old now
it is what you still believe when you hear it
too alone to have the strength to begin the work
But I never lost compassion for your life
I have seen, beneath the layers, who you are
a dancing queen who still makes herself giggle
You are the very definition of love
don’t listen; be the dream you are…
it is never too late to find the glass slipper
af
(written on computer)
Audrey had asked for a poem for her mother, but, given recent events here in my own life, I thought I’d personalize it a bit…
Love & Light