About my mum and I

Although I was born to her, we didn't meet until I was 13.
 
But we experienced a lot together before then
 
too much and not enough
 
She fought for me when I was 6
 
I fought for her when I was 8
 
She brought me joy when I was 10
 
But then I brought her grief the following year
 
when I fulfilled the prophecies of her worst fears
 
And all the while I felt alone
 
cause we never really had a 'home'
 
Without a home your just a pair of no-one-is-home-bodies
 
Without a sense of self, there's no light on, just a shell for squatters
 
But mum and I were a team at times
 
I scratched her face and she ignored mine
 
Not out of malice or deliberate unlove
 
it was mainly due to the prescription drugs
 
We toured the junkyards for recreation
 
threw stones in the creek to release frustration
 
We trailed through mounds of dirt together
 
and starved near death through winter weather
 
In the summer we would browse the mega malls
 
She might sift through handbag stores
 
While I would scour the hardware walls
 
That was all before we were born
 
when many times our hands apart were torn
 
It was good somehow, in  simple hindsight
 
Despite all the pain something was right
 
I learnt not to co-depend too much
 
and maintain the boundary, my freedom and such
 
Still, we finally made a home and she learnt to love
 
And I hornoured her with the help of the Lord above
 
We found faith and hope and grace
 
worked hard and carved out a social place
 
She is my pal and dearest friend
 
I adore her now and can't pretend
 
After all we've been through, she's been loyal
 
and I must admit I feel quite royal
 
Not pampered to death nor spoilt rotten
 
and certainly not wrapped in suffocating  cotton
 
The measure of affection has been 'just right'
 
Perhaps what they say is true:
 
my karmic self had impeccable foresight