I feel as angry as the mad elephant
Charging through the crowd and powerful.
I appear as inert as dough on the wooden chopping board
While I boil inside like the earth which carries in its womb the lava.
And while i hold myself tight to restrain from falling apart into shreds
I can see the love I carry for you son, like a dove perched above me
So white, so soft, so tender.
I tend to it son, I tend to it.
I believe you are a man and you do not need me at all.
You refuse to look at my love.
Take it away, I am just a woman of 55
Worried about cholesterol levels and exercise and not fitting into
American clothes and unpainted toenails.
Just a tired woman with grey at the temples
Standing in the check-out line.
Love is looking into my eyes and saying,
"Yes, I know, mom, how much you love me"
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