For years we rasped raw edges
of exposed nerves.
We chafed the cords
of too-tight bonds.
Your responsibility too great,
my guilt too strong
To ever meet
on neutral ground.
You nagged and worried,
I resented and withdrew.
Too close to see our only fault
we loved too much
respected too little.
Before your fragile girl-child blossomed
you delivered your final cop-out.
You'd like me now,
I know you would.
As a real person, I mean.
You'd be proud of me, Mom
I know you would.
But all that's left
is shouting "I love you"
into the wind.
