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If
If November could be erased from all of time
From every year
And from every year beyond this point
Then , I wouldn’t have been born
And my mother wouldn’t have been born
Which would mean we had no existence.....
Such a burden to dream of the impossible
Yet, I dream it anyway
With no purpose, no conclusion
No instinct
My mother ruins the word in itself
From every year
And from every year beyond this point
Then , I wouldn’t have been born
And my mother wouldn’t have been born
Which would mean we had no existence.....
Such a burden to dream of the impossible
Yet, I dream it anyway
With no purpose, no conclusion
No instinct
My mother ruins the word in itself
Published 23rd Sep 2018
Author's Note
My mother is a rare kind of person. One that seems genuine and sincere on the outside but is cunning and calculating and angry on the inside. There is no resolve for her. She has no forgiveness because she knows no guilt.
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23rd Sep 2018 12:58pm
It took years to just give up and quit fighting her. Her negativity is overwhelming. When I was married my husbands mother wanted to understand what was wrong between me and my mother. So, we invite her to a dinner party because she hadn’t met my husbands family anyways. She was there maybe all of 10 minutes, at the most, before making a fool of herself and me escorting her out the door.... long story but she is unique . Thank you for reading .
