I thought of you today,
as I unwrapped a slice of cheese,
the processed, shiny kind.
The delicate crinkle between my fingers
reminded me of purple puffy jackets,
pushchair adventures
and waiting for the bus.
Gently I rolled the glossy orange slice
finger and thumb, and wondered
if you regret extra time on the naughty step,
school absence when you knew I was faking it.
If you regret who I’ve become or who I’ve met.
It is just cheese,
the processed, shiny kind.
Yet, I recall you, who
taught me to love,
and embrace love as strength not weakness,
as monogamy, not a hobby.
I recall homemade play-dough,
marzipan and mosaics.
How you taught me to be curious
from a wary, calculating distance.
You taught me to retrieve my broken glass
and polish it with the tenderness of your smile
and the softness of your hair.
You saw my moments of regret
and handed me time to reflect,
taught me how it works
and how it is okay, if your cheeks get a little wet.
I thought of you today
and the mother you are;
the shiny, but not processed, kind.
© Kristiana Reed
For my Mother, who helped me become the woman I am today.
#IWD2018
How clever was this? I really loved it! Very original and so you!
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Oh thank you so much! ☺️glad you enjoyed it!
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