Wanton Abandon

Writing and reading. Reading and writing.

My mother wrote a book.
A beautiful book, I insist.
Through every page and every picture, I was sure of this.

Reneé means rebirth.
A truer statement that it seems.
She spoke of loyalty, lost love, roots and shards of fallen dreams.

In the end I learnt a lesson, one that holds valuable to me.
I'd like to share so turn your ear,
and learn a simple thing from me.

It's hard to write
when you know just who will hear.
And it's far harder to read when you hold the writer dear.

There were some pages of her book I found quite hard to bare.
Simply because I couldn't help but know the hidden meanings there.

All in all my mother dear, laid a jarring number of feelings there. And it took a good bit of me I fear, to finish it, all the while understanding what was there.