I have a mission to write 60 poems a year, and yesterday I wrote a poem for my mother…
lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my relationship with my parents, especially my mother. The poem didn’t come out angry, just questions that are blowing me up from the inside and without answers, which I will probably never get again.
I know that I don’t have to blame myself for the past, but why have things happened (are happening) in my life, it’s hard for me when I feel betrayed by the people who have been my support…
but that’s for another time