A life raft
What I read on your face wasn't indifference
It was a well practiced patience
years expected to have been gracious
If our bodies are cities anger is sewage
Resentment to purge
My Selfishness can't build outlets or bridges
It takes perspective and warmth
to keep from being frigid
What I heard in your voice
It wasn't irony that I caught
But often distracted attempts at import
A caring despite tempers too short
We need somewhere
and with someone to vent
Each episode of disaster
efforts my mum's good intent
One Christmas perception
I rest in the blissful conclusion
Behind expectations and contention
I see the efforts of my mother's intentions
A piece of salvation forms
A life raft on a sea under constant storm
This thank you letter to the being I was born from
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