for my mother it was a little more complicated and hard when she was left in charge of a ship with a broken hull and no mast.
Hello there, beautiful poet.
Wow. That was an intense read and deeply beautiful. A very balanced look at an imperfect childhood (like all of them really). I think it takes great courage to do that, to look back and see your parents with kindness and compassion without denying your own suffering. :) I'm glad to have found you.
A great honor and a huge pleasure to discover that you liked some of my post...., but, I am not a poet, nor a writer, however you are, and the courtesy of your comment is extremely nice for me.
At first I found it hard to talk about some intimately familiar issues, but you know, I feel lighter and freer because writing about these things have made me remember and understand more about myself and also : forgive.
I love my parents - who are no longer on the earthly plane - with a lot of passion and respect, I did for them in life and in their last days everything a good son would do, and that gives me/us the right to recognize them as they were, and all in the name of love.
Thank you and have a beautiful week.
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Shh. Take the compliment :)
Yes. I love this. It can be difficult sometimes to accept the duality of loving our parents but also accepting how they hurt us in some ways. I'm glad you found that and even more so that you found the strength to talk about it. Because I got to read it and really appreciate that. :)