Ajar

Rude

February 26, 2019

Rude

My mother say's I'm rude

With Death lingering near

I find myself hoping

she's wrong

I hate her words but something in my

fallible brain

loves her with all my will

And still....

Rude

She tells me that I'm rude

A dozen years of misery

and failed attempts to raise me

I'm sorry mom, I silently cry to my mother

with no tears in my eyes and my face

unchanged

I'm sorry, we never said to each other

With Death drawing near

I find myself wishing

that we could have been friends

'Twas always us against the world

And against one another

We fight battles to survive our lives

And wage wars to spite the other

Pushing and pulling like the opposite ends

of the same magnet

Oh, mother....

Rude

I'm told by her I'm rude

We've bathed in anger and almost hate

for the mouth of the other

But all the walls of words we've

built block our dying parts and

broken hearts

Apologies can serve no more

Hugs are only built to break

We yell with fire and fill of ire to the brim....

We try to empathize for only our sake

I'm sorry, I never say to my mother

I'm sorry, we never say to each other

With Death looming near

And promising an end

I find myself wondering

Just what if we'd been friends?