How your mother died, or said she might,
The day she learned you were a lesbian—
You’d hoped as you’d been hoping all your 30-something years,
She wouldn’t see it as a failure of her parenting,
That she could hold you steady as you stumbled over new terrain.
Now, you sit with her and pray that death will take her soon. You remember you upended life
When women lost their kids in ugly battles over custody.
Could you have taken comfort that your mother hadn't changed?
The day she learned you were a lesbian—
You’d hoped as you’d been hoping all your 30-something years,
She wouldn’t see it as a failure of her parenting,
That she could hold you steady as you stumbled over new terrain.
Now, you sit with her and pray that death will take her soon. You remember you upended life
When women lost their kids in ugly battles over custody.
Could you have taken comfort that your mother hadn't changed?
Today, this hollow woman, empty of her memories
Doesn’t know your name or give a damn about your sexuality.
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