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Marnie (Mother)
From embryonic start our relationship was problematic
You risked your life for mine repeatedly for seven months
The fact that I suffered no permanent consequence
a miracle, as divine the blessing of my old-new name
Before it was mine you had to swear to never change it
It never has, and it never will, I give my promise
The world never was your friend
You were abused, used, seduced, betrayed.
with little help and less mercy
Chronically ill in agonizing pain constantly
vodka and prescription drugs were your solace
Filled your world with a haze that gave refuge
from pain, crushing poverty, your unusual children
for whom you felt nothing you did was ever enough
You would tell your sister in law, your best friend
I was her child, not your daughter.
You would insist that you were a carrier of genetics
A surrogate, you have no idea your accuracy
that she is in truth my mother in all ways
You've been dead twelve years and now
I am her daughter, the treasure of her heart
in all ways that truly matter because at the last
your family is the one you choose for yourself.
Blood gives existence, love makes life worth all.
I have your blood, true, but you never loved me
Your mind could not fathom such a concept
When I was nine, I stood before a court of law
condemning you and my father for your sins
Of most heinous abuse, neglect, but I was jailed
eleven years to a family that never let me forget
I was Different, I would always be Other.
In the world of blonde Mennonite Christians
My Jewishness, my dark ringlets, my revered name
incited a rabid hatred that almost killed me.
Even reunion did not make us mother and daughter
We were too logical, too far in time, from sentiment
content in the trajectories of our distinct lives
Vomiting force-fed Christianity, I embraced my heritage
You, who wore the orange, believed in logic above all.
When you decided to die, I was expecting a daughter
I couldn’t mourn you, I had no idea until far too late
For a half-hour I sat on the ground, reminiscing
Suddenly realizing death was your desired goal
I stood, feeling nothing but peace for our souls
You took the last of your dwindling agency
refused to take the medication that gave you life
You knew you would die, literally stop your own heart
Your best friend, my now-mother, filled your wishes
She adopted me as her own treasured daughter
She spilled your ashes with no tears or prayers
into a free-flowing river, leaving no trace of you
I forgive you, Marnie
Blaming you would be cruel
Thank you for fighting ,not giving up on me
Wherever you are, may you have repose eternally.
You risked your life for mine repeatedly for seven months
The fact that I suffered no permanent consequence
a miracle, as divine the blessing of my old-new name
Before it was mine you had to swear to never change it
It never has, and it never will, I give my promise
The world never was your friend
You were abused, used, seduced, betrayed.
with little help and less mercy
Chronically ill in agonizing pain constantly
vodka and prescription drugs were your solace
Filled your world with a haze that gave refuge
from pain, crushing poverty, your unusual children
for whom you felt nothing you did was ever enough
You would tell your sister in law, your best friend
I was her child, not your daughter.
You would insist that you were a carrier of genetics
A surrogate, you have no idea your accuracy
that she is in truth my mother in all ways
You've been dead twelve years and now
I am her daughter, the treasure of her heart
in all ways that truly matter because at the last
your family is the one you choose for yourself.
Blood gives existence, love makes life worth all.
I have your blood, true, but you never loved me
Your mind could not fathom such a concept
When I was nine, I stood before a court of law
condemning you and my father for your sins
Of most heinous abuse, neglect, but I was jailed
eleven years to a family that never let me forget
I was Different, I would always be Other.
In the world of blonde Mennonite Christians
My Jewishness, my dark ringlets, my revered name
incited a rabid hatred that almost killed me.
Even reunion did not make us mother and daughter
We were too logical, too far in time, from sentiment
content in the trajectories of our distinct lives
Vomiting force-fed Christianity, I embraced my heritage
You, who wore the orange, believed in logic above all.
When you decided to die, I was expecting a daughter
I couldn’t mourn you, I had no idea until far too late
For a half-hour I sat on the ground, reminiscing
Suddenly realizing death was your desired goal
I stood, feeling nothing but peace for our souls
You took the last of your dwindling agency
refused to take the medication that gave you life
You knew you would die, literally stop your own heart
Your best friend, my now-mother, filled your wishes
She adopted me as her own treasured daughter
She spilled your ashes with no tears or prayers
into a free-flowing river, leaving no trace of you
I forgive you, Marnie
Blaming you would be cruel
Thank you for fighting ,not giving up on me
Wherever you are, may you have repose eternally.
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