though I never called her that the austere version used in referential third person
mom
mommy
momma when I call sometimes now she is so old
princess queen courtly
attention once sought found now in obligation
twisting life to fit her neediness crowned in relational pride
while all the while appearing self reliant capable empowered
with her femininity nothing divine in that
she made herself helpless gaging on this choice commanding attention that now can not be freely given
seeing as how she’s folded in half lost her mind whisked herself away from the place she worked so hard to appear to live
she found a way to force life to give her what she wanted so she would not have to change then
brittley bent incapable of flex balance skewed to other feminine whiles lost
in the attempt to control happiness
the two of us girls left to care as long as we can stand keep ourselves erect on this glance at the life taken on the heels of attention sought fight our own battles swords in the hands of ourselves knighted