by Persis M. Karim
I hate you
because you aren’t
my mother
and even though
you didn’t pretend
to be her, you gave
more of what
I needed.
And I hate you now
because I don’t’ know
how to hate her
and you aren’t
my mother.
Short Works for the Peripatetic Web Surfer
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What a powerful poem: so direct and true. I keep coming back, reading and re-reading. Thank you for sharing it.