Written for: Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #55 - "What You Resist You Become" "Write about turning into one of your parents or about resisting such a fate." (posted by Rosemary) Mom was intelligent, attractive, and funny. Yet, to this day I battle against becoming her even as I yield to the fact that she was instrumental in setting my moral compass, my sarcastic sense of humor, and love of reading. What I armor myself against was her constant sense of disappointment and bitterness with her life. Her green eyes envied everyone else who she decided had a better life, than she. So far, I have been successful in that regard. https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
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And it is sad to see your mom troubled. I am sorry for the both of you that she found nothing to boost her ego and self opinion.
Very nicely written for a tough situation. Thank you for sharing with us, it helps to know each other better, where, what, we came frome.
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Thanks, Jim. Sharing is what these writing blogs are all about.
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“Back in the day” and “Those were the days”… weren’t always so great for women… I think many felt a little “trapped”. This poem certainly hints at that.
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Perhaps a bit, but my mom always worked.
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Take the best parts and know which parts to set aside. Sometimes we can choose what it is we inherit.
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I am thankful for those good parts.
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I have similar feelings about my mom. I admire her ability to take what life threw at her and make it work, but I can put away some of the fears that pressed in on her.
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I think we work on it, even if we are not aware of doing so.
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Disappointment, especially with self, has to be a terrible thing to live with. Thank goodness we don’t have to be like our parents. The thought of having to live like that makes me shudder.
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I never understood the reasons behind her emotions. Too late now.
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((🖤))
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