Mommy Issues - a Trilogy

by Thalia Honorat

my mother’s biggest fear

One of my mother’s biggest fears

Is that she becomes her mother.

Growing up I was close to mine

And we agreed all the time.

This time is no different.

my mother’s tears

First drop

Last drop

In both,

the first

sign was

red eyes

glistened

white mold

shines on

old meat.

First drop

Last drop

both shed

same way

same cause

same question.

response?

echo.

my mother’s love

Is no feminine grace,

gentle blossoming empathy,

bottomless well of comfort.

Is an airplane propeller,

Locked in and moving forward

At the cost of infinite birds.

Is heavy to hold and impossible to forget,

Powered by indiscriminate energy

Soaring eternal and regardless.

Is utopia or entropy,

waiting on freedom.