Marjorie Elizabeth May - Poem by Dakota Ellerton
You of all people,
have stood by my side, Mother.
You've sacraficed, and labored for my sake.
You have given time and money,
to make me happy.
But Mother, do you not know what makes me happy?
No object, no thing, could bring me peace of mind.
The love you've unconditionally given,
is satisfying enough.
Ready for parenthood or not,
you demanded of yourself to push on.
Single mom, two children.
Mortgage to pay, gas for the car,
daycare and schooling.
Clothes on our backs,
food in our bellys.
Life has dealt you quite the hand Mother.
Will you fold?
With a daughter, who wished to be your son,
between addictions and depression.
You have swallowed your pain,
and slept through to another day.
It's alright to cry, Mother.
You and I have a special bond,
you know of it don't you?
You are a half of myself.
I get my great sarcasm and surpressing from you.
My look on life, is through my Mothers eyes.
But that doesn't mean we can't change.
Have I given you a hug, and told you I loved you?
Not in years, years Mother.
You are human,
you've made mistakes,
and I have forgiven you.
Can you not forgive me?
For the times I was belligerent,
and the times I didn't see you as a person, but instead a Mother.
You and I have had some hard times.
I may be young, but the scars I bare tell stories similar to yours.
It's not so wrong to want to be held,
to have someone you can depend on.
You have found your share of heartbreak, Mother.
But your family is always here.
You remember that one day, don't you?
The first time in the hospital.
And the various times after.
I'm sure you don't understand, I know you don't.
More then anyone,
I know you've felt the feeling before.
You can't hide from me Mother,
your blood and flesh, is printed into mine.
You and I are a single strand.
The lies you've told, became my lies.
You're problems, became my problems.
With smoke clouding our minds,
you and I are very stubborn.
Sometimes, to proud to admit that.
But when we love,
we truely love.
We are not so different Mother.
I always thought I'd follow Fathers path,
but I followed yours.
Do I make you proud?
That's all I ever wanted.
I begged your approval,
until it just didn't matter to me anymore.
Until the sun left my sky, and I was surrounded by night.
You let me go for awhile, Mother.
In that time I found love and hate,
pain and death.
I found wisedom.
Lessons, and experiences.
I found the greatest heartache.
But you pulled me back up Mother,
when I needed you most.
Would you sit down, and talk with me Mother?
Would you let me depend on you, trust you.
I can't hardly trust a soul now.
Your daughters need you.
A year ago,
you had a stroke.
We all know it Mother.
You saw my true pain,
I've never burdened so bad with a memory like that.
To hurt someone like that,
Do you see me, now?
Do you know, who I am?
I know who you are Marjorie May.
You are everything I strived to be.
And when you're walls begin to crumble,
I will help hold them up.
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