D. Avraham ~ Musings

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.