etcetera

03. mother

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"She's very lovely. Is she your mother?"

people would ask

And I'd answer with a nod,

an indifferent "yes"

But can I call you my mother, really?

When you can barely

lift a finger around the house?

And I was forced to be late at school

because I still made you breakfast,

and gave you medicine,

to dull the headache from last night's party?

Can I call you my superhero, really?

When you were too busy

making love with John,

while I cried myself to sleep,

and coped with music,

to sooth my very first heartbreak?

"Mommy's going to take care of you"

you always say,

when dad left us that Christmas Eve,

but lately it seems

like the other way around.

And as I watch you

put on your red stilettos,

your sparkly black dress

falling just mid thigh,

and your hair

in bountiful curls,

I realized, that you never

really took care of me.

"She's very lovely. Is she your mother?"

people would ask

But this time I'd shake my head,

fervently so, and answer

an indignant "no"

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