I Won’t Write THAT Poem!

[Abbara]

I Won’t Write THAT Poem!

“We have such interesting mother-
daughter times,” she laughed.
A laugh tinged with pain, frosted with sorrow.
“You should write a poem about that! “

I froze to the core. “Oh, God! I can’t!”
Haven’t I always told you to leave those zits alone?
Don’t prick them, poke them, squeeze them!
Let them heal and fade.

Interesting times? Interesting life?
“May you have an interesting life!”
Isn’t that an ancient Chinese curse?

How I wish it had been dull and boring.
Now, nausea begins as I think about it…
About the angry and the wounded….
Indiscriminately sharing our various dis-eases
Like junkies at a Rave sharing a needle...
Creating a super-bug of spit-drying
Gut-wrenching, soul-flaying
“Interesting” life experiences.

No. I will not write that poem.

© Abbara 2012

My daughter has endured a great deal in her life. As she allows or needs, I'm there for her. She will not grovel or speak often of those who treated her poorly. I admire that. But we are making successes with her family, working together and propping each other up. Maybe there will be a victory poem. We'll see.