Mother, Dear...
By luigi_pagano
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Mother died today.
maybe, yesterday;
I cannot be sure.
I was in Venice
during my Grand Tour.
The news had arrived
encoded in Morse.
I sipped Martini
and felt no remorse.
She, a stockbroker
worthy of respect,
I, an unloved child
who suffered neglect.
There was no love lost
between her and me.
I thought that at last
I could be set free.
She did not give me
the love that I crave;
that's the memory
of her that I have.
© Luigi Pagano 2023
A strained relationship. Based on the opening line of 'The Stanger' by Albert Camus.
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Yes, I'm very aware of
Yes, I'm very aware of emotional deprivation and neglect, and some parents so confused about what training they can gvie and discipline that they ignore all bad behaviour until they get irriitated and lash out, and the children really crying out for boundaries in place to help them order their lives for adulthood.
My parents weren't perfect but I value the home life I had growing up and their hard work and love and interest. Rh
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'Every unhappy family is
'Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way' - never a truer word etc. What a good Inspiration Point it is this week!
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It doesn't always take abuse
It doesn't always take abuse from a parent to make them a bad one. Sometimes there is just that lack of love and understanding. It makes a difference.
Turlough
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