Section 3: Tikkun Olam
Poem Number:
7
My Mother is a Poet
1/14/2021, 2/15/2021, 1/22/2021, 6/29/2021, 6/27/2021
I.
Don’t carry a knife
you will lose.
Stay in your lane
This is not your province
You cannot process this
It is not something you can figure out and know
Get back in your lane
You’re so much better off
For your ability to crumble
Maybe it wasn’t the right decision
Rationality is not certain
all you have is what is
and no windows into ifs
maybe it was not the best choice.
You may always love him
but you will be okay.
it’s your relationship to the pain and to the situation
that will change
but love may always remain.
(Do you still love José then?)
II.
I want you to learn what you need to learn here
I said
The way things in my life are going
Its turning me into a bitch
Who’s closed off to the world
Those are both great skills
My mother responded.
You don’t have to look for friends in people you’d want more from
But I’d like to believe that sometimes if you've met a person
as sturdy and caring and grown as you They'll understand like you do
And it can be okay to go another way in the end
We never know what is to come anyway.
Throw acorns, see what sprouts - the new figure said.
Everyday is a chance to change something
If you’re not happy, do something about it.
Resignation
Is not a powerful moving force
It’s a collapsing force
Take a self-defense class
III.
Things take time.
They may be, but you are never too late for yourself.
Know your worth.
You're very attentive to yourself, which is good.
Decorate your boundaries.
Ask for help.
Love.
Thank you mama.
IV.
My mother is a poet
And she knows it
But she did not know
Her words to me
Are poetry
Or that I would write them down
She did not know
That motherhood
Is the same as being a writer
But only to be read by my soul
Who will hold her words
Forever
And give them meaning
She may never have foreseen.