To Mom, With Love

It’s not until recently
that I have come to understand
quite how much of a
thankless task
being a parent can be.
All that peace-keeping,
that invisible education
that you slipped in
with my safety in mind…
Did I thank you?
No, not then,
not once I had reached the age
where parents –
mothers and fathers –
are no longer fool-proof
but are just as fallible
as the rest of us.
But you were my mother
and I was your daughter
and when life reared up to kick me down
you’d be the one there,
offering support
and a shoulder to cry on.
“You can always come home,”
you said.
I never appreciated
the loving touch,
not while I was growing up,
and as much as you’d put your foot down
I’d find myself matching you,
bringing forth a frown
as I tried your patience,
drove you to the point of
exasperation.
Now I’m a parent myself
I’m with you,
beside you,
mirroring your successes
along with your failures
and finally understanding
what a thankless task
being a mother
can seem.

Hullabaloo 22

Hullabaloo 22

Hullabaloo22 lives in the south west of Ireland. She writes fiction in many different genres as well as poetry. She passionately feels that there is no better way to express emotions than through the use of free verse.