By: Rochelle Rickoff Wilensky
There will always be
This chasm that exists
Between my familial expectations
And what actually is.
I stone ground myself into a bowl of grits
To try and make her happy.
I thought of her feelings before mine.
Always.
I jumped to action with each plea for help,
Inevitably followed by her cold, angry distance
After she got what she wanted.
But one day, after 20 years of one-way kinship,
I realized that
There’s a word for this.
And that it’s ok to walk away.
The hole will always be there,
But in its place now grows light
And joy.
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