You wanted me to be perfect.
I never made it,
but I have learned to accept
I don’t unravel the whole thing,
start again, as you would have done
when what I set out to do is less than perfect.
But I will not make the same mistake the next time.
Though you taught me anger should not be expressed by a lady,
I have progressed very well
from dish smashing to door banging,
to handling even my rage without guilt.
You taught me so much about life –
rather in a backwards, negative sort of way,
but I do owe much of my survival to you
and I thank you mom.
©Sharron R. McMillan