angry

purging

she was born angry, 

it seems.

her parents did not

          know how to love her.

a couple of husbands tried...

the anger alienated her children,

         but only after it infected them,

         and one of the grandchildren, too.

was it love, or duty?

the youngest thought it was love, 

          as he did his duty,

          donating and dumpstering.

there are different kinds of tears...

a waxen figure in an open casket,

          wearing a frown.

the smile mask left at last breath.

she died angry,

it seems.

Author's Note

Sometimes more is learned after a person dies.
I accepted Mom the way she was, and was able to love her unconditionally in her last years.


photo: John Jackson

Reviews

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. those who are not loved and cherished are very hurt inside ... as time passes, if they're not loved and cherished, the hurt accumulates ... anger is nothing but pain that has accumulated over time ... i wish her infinite peace ... and heavenly smiles ... may she be loved and cherished where she is now ... in fact, i have no doubt in my mind that she must be ... thank you for reminding me how important it is to love and cherish all those around us with your infinitely moving and heartfelt words ...

[Rick Puetter]

Purging, indeed.

Yes, I have seen this too. You bring the message across quite clearly and powerfully.

Anger can fill a life. It has filled the lives of several that I've known and the venom from that anger poisons the lives of others that are touched. I'm still dealing with a lot of that damage, and so are other loved ones. It's caused near unbearable grief and suicide.

Powerful poem. Greatly enjoyed and high marks.

Best regards,

Rick