Maman

Your presence in my life has always been brief,

Yet you tend to linger in all the between,

Your energy is heavy and coated sad,

I wish growing up no one had hurt you as such,

Maybe then you would know what it’s like to be family,

For,

Transactional and tragic is how you paint love,

I suppose I wish someone had loved you truly,

So you could vividly know the ability it holds,

Because growing up without you always made me feel like a burden,

You never called even for a moment,

The only times you called you always needed something,

You depict selfish as selfless,

I wish you knew how much you could be worth it,

If you simply learned to listen,

To speak and not bellow,

To see and not scheme,

But more than anything,

To let go of the hurt that delineates you to be gruesome,

I fear you’ve forgotten to be existent in kindness