By N.Z. Robotewske
“Maysasura?” I asked. “Who is Maysasura?”
“Ah, he is small but big” was his reply.
“Oh, like Mighty Mouse?”
July 11, 2017
She insulted the girl in front of me.
I was shocked–but this time prepared.
“Is this what you meant when you said, ‘She is hard on me….’?
Because now I clearly see.”
I asked for the girl’s help in the kitchen.
“Oh. She burns e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g!”
There was an urgency in her voice as if this was important information that I must now know if dinner wasn’t to be ruined by the incompetent little girl.
Dinner, by the way, was excellent.
“I was just joking. This is just who I am you know me better than that….”
Insults aren’t funny.
The girl told me
She loves her mother
And knows she is just trying to do her best.
She wishes they could be closer.
Mother is pushing away Daughter
(The way her own mother did with her)
With the unkind things she says.
And she doesn’t even know it.
I hope she knows it now.
I too wish they could be closer.
August 2, 2017
When she turned,
looked at me
“What the fuck am I doing…?”
I knew I found
A kindred soul.
Others may lead by example.
others the way–
Because only when you’ve looked
Can you truly know light.
And you shine…
To be continued…