Living the Dream

I do not know why they think I should hate you
for dropping me on a doorstep
of wonderful people

nor why it is thought
I should weep doubled decades
simply because your life might have been harder
with me in it, or you in mine

it would have been, I have heard the stories
of my siblings; sad tales of torment
I never had to go through

Now you found me again, out in this lonely place;
for indeed, it was lonely, but only my fantasy of you
made it so

I have held you, in your old ages, for but a moment;
perhaps for as long as you held me then
and we both knew love for that moment

that is enough.  You had your memory of me
and now I have one of you

sweet, sad mother of mine.  How you must have suffered
and how I must love you, now, for it

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