The Storms in Your Mind
Rivers flowing from your anguished eyes
Tectonic shifts in your heart
The plates smashing, grinding, breaking
Your son, a piece of your heart, a piece of yourself
You have left behind
Heaviness and heaving, pain in your chest
Unkempt and undressed
I was just with him yesterday, and now so far away
This is not the way it should be
My son should live with me
Then the weather would be fair and calm
No winds no storms
But a tiny voice cries out: Yes it is the way it should be
He has to live his own life and find his own way
You are in close contact, with him often
This is just your illness, making you feel too much
And I listen, and I listen, trying to calm the storm in my mind
Trying to quell the tears in my eyes
trying to stop my heart from aching
trying to stop feeling too much, too intensely,
trying to be the normal me
to give my son room to be the normal him
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“Living in Louisville and coming to Buffalo regularly itself is a therapy that is shaping Mother and Son in a manner that keeps their bonds alive and firm at both ends.
You….. to delight in watching him progress to become the (critica)l teacher of laws – that are not all engraved in stone – that he seems intelligently inclined to be
And him……. to know that there is very much his mother that is keenly interested in his progress and is slowly encouraging him to grow in confident approval of a responsible himself with increasing independence that is vital to success, while she concurrently continues to remain responsible to maintain her family in good stead as wife and friend – I mean best-friend – to his own Father to whom he may well be owing the strengths of hard work and perseverance
– ainsi parlez “maimoun” on Fry-day June fifth (of 2015)
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Thank you Abba Mamoon. You are absolutely correct. Love you much.
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insert “. after ……..and perseverance above,, master forgetful
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Yes sir. Haha.
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