In the eyes of my mother
I want to know how my mother sees the world.
I want to know if she cries when she sees injustice.
I want to know if she thinks of her inner child.
I want to know if her past haunts her like mine does.
I want to know how she deals with her pain.
I want to know if her desires ever manifested,
if she thinks of me as a gift or a pain.
I want to know if pain ever made her weak.
I want to know if being weak ever made her strong.
I want to know if I know her,
if she considers me her friend.
If she doesn’t love my dad,
then how is she able to love me?
I want to know if she ever thinks of death,
and if she does, did she make amends with it yet,
or is she still on the path of faith to avoid hell?
I want to know about my mom.
I’m one step away from love, but I push it away.
Mother, mother, a distinct memory. Mother, mother, can you come save me?
This writing was written in 2023 April.