Apparently
The kindness
Loving support
Of my parents
Ended when I
Turned 18
Move out
Go to college
Pay/go your own
Way, was said.
Rescued me
Only when
Society
Standards
Exceeded my
Pay grades.
Once in
College
Once in
First years
Of adult life.
Marriage scorned
Killed what caring
Still evident.
Mom slowly
Regained
Her loving.
Helping little
On rare occasion.
Only on her terms.
Make it work,
Or get none.
Dad never did.
Christmas gifts
For grandchildren.
Nothing for me
Or my spouse.
Well fuck.
My own parents
Stopped loving me
Because I married
An older black man.
But I was supposed
To grieve mom.
I'm supposed
To miss
Dad.
How?
There
Was none
Nothing
To miss.
I grieved
For a decade
Of marriage in
Terrible times,
Housing bubbles,
Health trouble,
When I needed
Loving and
Support.
God's will
Hurt over &
Over again
And I'm
Done
Being
Hurt by
Hatred
I only
Accept
Better
I only
Accept
Love
For
Me
Us
~Treasa Cailleach
May you know loving never stopped, even if manifestations did. May you know that unconditional love always flows from the divine, and the hardest part is tapping into it when you’ve felt cut off. May you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.
Om Shanti