Who Is This Woman?

Why Do I Always Come Back When I Leave Her?

You drove me away and hated me for leaving,

You threw a thunderbolt and hated me for fearing,

Your heart is a vice That grips my feeling,

So why do I love you? I have to, Mom!

This poem is NOT about my mother. There never lived a more kind and loving soul than she. Likewise my father is nothing like the father in my last poem on ILLUMINATION. Neither poem is not about anyone I know.

The inspiration came from a story by Thomas Plummer. He described the sort of person that sucks the life out of you.

I wondered, “What happens when that person has a child?”

The clearest answer can be found in the classic work on Attachment and Loss by John Bowlby. No greater cruelty can be visited upon the human psyche than rejection and abandonment by a parent.

I cannot bring myself to believe a purely bad person exists. I suspect the bad is just a temporary mask worn by the person or imagined by the seer. Temporary may last a few minutes… or a lifetime.