And So IS She...

Mother sighs, every other sentence is left to
hang in the air, tone of voice says it all, sigh,
she has no car to drive herself anywhere, she
lost independence; house, cars and furniture
were taken from her, commencing a pity party
and I’ll have none of it

But it was your own choice, mother, you gave all
away, you said you were meant for higher things,
Mother sighs, Yes, God wants me to be here - oh,
to be in possession of everything again, family all
around me paying homage - God called you, you
said - I remind her - He never told you to

Work for a pension or give your attention solely to
your children, you have many friends, how privileged
you are, bed made, washing done and meals prepared,
how could you do it living on your own… mother sighs
Yes, I belong here, but oh, for what I lost – she looks at
me, eyes narrowed, mouth pulling down –

I have never seen this expression on her face; she might
be trying emotional blackmail to win my sympathy for
her fate being without a home of her own – yet I believe
we are all responsible for our choices - and so is she…

19 June 2013