No time to rest
I’ve given my best
Nothing left for me
Nothing left of me
A mothering grandmother who expresses frustration and anger more easily than love and tenderness.
Learning to be domesticated
Putting on my own straitjacket, all for the sake of love.
I want them to know I love them. I can’t change how much I couldn’t love in our past.
I can’t make up for that loss and lack.
But, now, it’s so important for me to show them I have their backs.
Yet, it feels like all I do and am lacks…so much
I long to feel, just a touch
Of compassion and love
Is asking for gentleness too much?