Jul 31 2012
A Mother’s Understanding
No one really understands me
Except maybe Mom.
.
She does,
Or, did.
.
Probably not anymore
Now that she’s passed on
Passed away, as they say.
Passed on, far away.
.
We spent a lot of time
Wondering
During those seven years
If she actually understood
Anything
Buried under that thick coat of
Calcified Brain Disease –
Alzheimer’s, they would whisper.
.
My Dad thought so.
He was convinced.
Sure.
That beneath that
Veneer of a nearly blank stare
His wife was still
Well
Still
.
Of course he had to.
It was the only way
That he could understand.
Cope in
His new role of
Trying to comprehend
What
To
Do.
.
Even when
Truthfully
There
Was
Nothing
To
Do.
.
No one really understands me.
But I guess that’s to be expected.
.
Since I’m not
Who I was
.
Not who I thought I was
Yesterday
Not even a shadow
With its boy in tow.
.
I once was a boy with
A mother
Understanding
Everything
Shielded within that protective coat of
A Mother’s Love
Encouragements, she would whisper.
.
She always thought so
She was convinced
Sure.
That beneath that
Imperfect exterior
Was the heart
Of a Hero’s
Will.
.
Of course she would always say
That no matter what I did
Or, who I became
She would
Always love me
Even if sometimes
She might not like
What
I
Might
Do.
.
Even when
Truthfully
There
Was
No
Reason
To
Do
So.
.
No one really understands me
And that needs to just be
Accepted
.
Even if I
Don’t like it
One
Bit.
.
No,
Not
One
Bit,
At
All.
