This poem was based on my relationship with my mother, My mother suffered from a mental illness that began when I was teenanger. My mother died 03/26/2010
Disconnected
I just have a closed eyed thought of you
The day u picked me up from school
You called my name
And I ran
Opened handed
Never imagined
That it would be
The last day I would see ME
ME… you were me
You made every part of my being
Of who I am today
You molded me
The baby
The clay
Kneading
The smoothing out
The imperfections
The cutting out
A sculpture
An image
A twin of you
But mentally
Physically
A quarter inch off would do
Our connected wire are
Separated now
By the voices u hear
By the things u see,
But those things, takes away the sight of me….
Kita
Your daughter
Your friend
The one who longs for you
The baby
The clay
The one you gave birth to
Mental instability tore our
Wires apart, the very thing that keep us connected
Rejected, the feeling I have
Guilt, was is it something I did
Lonely, a teen with a broken heart
I will wait until the pick up from school…
My eyes are closed…..MOMMY… there .. I can see u..
by; Markita Pallett
Hello Kita,
ReplyDeleteI really love this poem. It is so full of heart and your truth.
It's been months since I read this, but these lines have remained with me
"By the things u see,
But those things, takes away the sight of me…."
I also am moved by
"Rejected, the feeling I have
Guilt, was is it something I did"
These feelings seem to come together hand in hand sometimes.
Thank you for sharing, very powerful.
Can't wait to get started on the other project with you.
Life is good when we live it.
smiles
Sytiva