Mother

Mother,

I am grateful

For coming from your womb

Later things went downhill

When I came out.

You loved me a lot

Then, when I was a child

Now, it appears

Its no longer there.

Indeed, there is a craving for success

But I see you deep in despair.

The comparisons to inspire

Has caught me up in self doubt

Whatever I say,

Causes you headaches.

A perfect child

Sadly, I wasn’t the one.

Maybe, the next time

We may have the pleasure

Of living with the facts

Not the images

That we have built.