To My Mother, Whom I Love Dearly

A Re-Add from before the great Writer's Cafe wipe...

I am not Yours
flesh blood bone
     yes
all gifts, pieces of you
but like all gifts we give
they are not ours,
I am not yours

Gifts
from a soldier to a hippie
          Christian to witch
Your face as both
Your face
          as mine
In the mirror every morning
living a life you loathe

Even you have said it
I
Am
Not
yours

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

By the sound of this, Merry Meet. Very well writen on explaining how you love you mom, but you are your own person, needing to follow your own path. Well done.