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like mother like daughter
have a little guilt tingling my fingers as i write about my mother the strong woman who fixed broken shreds of a broken house
she gave me a pearl necklace once,she said keep it safe it is more than your life can pay so i wore around my neck
with time they started turning yellow with tints of blue she again said wash it off it's too precious to burn so i rubbed till i had no life left in me but those yellow stains still looked at me
like i was the start of apocalypse that this world has turned down on me cause i have destroyed it's corners and lands
but i also ask my myself sometimes what if my mother was never a failure and i was the daughter who failed.
