Humility came in unfamiliar forms,
she prowled then stood tall,
proud that she could purchase shoes,
wear boots and heels and recycle her wardrobe from the old to the new,
She could always stand firm knowing that being the first of many put her in a position of…great power.
Her step announced her entrance and her voice issued commands,
her mouth could utter contemptuous similes to invoke guilt…but alas she stood tall,
then she grew impatient….quit her job and had to settle for pennies for breakfast,
life became difficult and clothes became undesirable…funny how perception of beauty can be influenced by money and purpose.
She became desperate…..and dreadful but resisted asking her mother for money like she was 15,
for a moment she was reminded of the great wonders of being a child to a mother
you are never too far from a mothers love
a mothers love is something that is scornful yet gentle, harsh yet forgiving, sharp but never without purpose
I only write this to celebrate the beauty that I have observed in my mother who is perhaps the most judgemental yet gentle human being I’ve ever known. I was jobless and she scorned me for being unemployed, I was penniless but she gave me more money than I needed. She was confused when I got a new job because she wasn’t paying attention but brought my food to my bed when I was sick. Tomorrow she may act very different but she will always be my number 1, I know it’s not mothers day but meh…..okasan..suki