Mom, can we talk?

I've had another workshop with the writers at  WCC (Writers Collective of Canada) online. I'm discovering what needs to come out and written simply. It's been ages since I sat at my desk and let the words flow. It's a great feeling and do I need this. I didn't know how much. Here is another prompt-inspired writing.

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Mom, can we talk?

 

I’ve been missing mom

I wonder why she couldn’t be my angel

She was very young when she had me, I understand

Can you know love and give love when you need it so much

A child needs love that’s for sure, I needed to be loved too

I must have had love from her but she seemed to want me to be perfect

Something no one can be

Then she left Dad and that surprised and hurt me so hard

I don’t even know where to turn for answers

Mom, can we talk?

Maybe, just maybe you can become my angel, and I, yours

I love you

The damage in me is hidden well

Though she has an idea of what hurts and yearns in my heart as in hers

Can’t blame her for all that’s gone wrong in my life

So it might be time to clear the air

Mom, can we talk?

I love you.

 

Peggy Elms

April 26, 2024