Better a Mother Loves

By tdf, April 29, 2008

I am,
The result of a coital connection,
Between a saint,
And a demon.

It happened in 1978,
The Chinese year of the goblin…

…When it became clear to Her,
Around 1982, I guess…
That my father,
Was not man,
But a human shaped hellhound,
The saint gathered her little ones,
My sister and I,
Then fled,
Far way…

From sunshine,
Beaches,
Ocean,
And Matrimonial Suffering…

To bracken,
Grey skies,
Adders,
Refuge…
A chance to breathe,
Recover,
Regroup and restart…

She had wanted to lose her husband,
But not her friends,
Her house,
Her life,
In a country where she had really felt at home…

Her sacrifice was immense.

Before her own desires,
Came the well being of her little ones..

These last 29 years,
She has caught me when I have fallen,
Forgiven me when I have sinned,
Sometimes wretchedly…
She has supported every twisted plan I have chased,
with my often demented, invariably unreasonable will.
She has always,
Just been There.

Such is the power,
The ferocity,
Of Her maternal instincts,
I know,
That She would lay down her own life,
Before any real threat,
To her younger flesh and blood.
It has always been like this…

And it is Wrong,
For anyone,
Myself included,
To say ‘She cares too much’…

For She is me,
And I am her.

Better a mother loves,
Than not………………..