To my loving alcoholic mother

To my loving alcoholic mother, 

Thank you for worrying about how much I ate, 

and whether I had good shoes,

whether you were 

sleeping all day,

laying down, resting, 

whatever you'd say, 

thank you, 

and I don't hate you most of the time anymore.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a great last line..."and I don't hate you most of the time anymore"--
I wish I had written that...
as we grow older I think we find ourselves being a bit more pliable...
really strong write, Marc.

j.

[John the Baptist]

That pain underlies this one goes without saying. Forgiveness can be a long journey, but it appears it's well underway here.