Mom's Debt

And mending, even defending our

Hearts as a shield wielded;

Intuitively.  Mom's rules; made

To break, until they become our lives;

Intuitively.  Negotiate we do, but

Mom's will prevails, even through our

Postulation her regulation sustains us;

Intuitively.  As we crawl into adulthood,

We thrust our resentment towards our

Tree of life, bitter fruit are we, our

Life no longer suckled, we declare

Life sucks!  The tree bends not,

Now stiff from the circles run around her,

Firmly planted and awaiting to be cut down,

We finally learn her simple lesson;

Intuitively.  Mom's never-ending

Friendliness, inspires us to find

Within ourselves the loving spirit,

Which enables our survival.  In a

Chainsaw world, mom's obligatory debt

Must pass to all; intuitively.


By David A. Semans