Harsh words,
from an adult child,
angry bolts shooting from his eyes,
piercing my heart,
bring tears of guilt, insecurities,
streaming down this mother's cheeks.
Oh, to travel back for
one more hug,
one more day splashing in the rain,
to ignore the sharp teenage tongue...
scrutinizing actions taken.
Harsh words,
from an adult child,
reflections of maternal instincts gone awry,
or another tested limit on the passage to maturity?
When the anger subsides,
the vivid line in the sand blurs,
the man,
my child,
will see the light within the imperfect vessel
shining brightly...
Mommy loves you!





But how we all are different in so many ways.. I think one has to make the choice to do what's right, to honor their parents, to grow up and be responsible. You are a wonderful soul, and I thank you for sharing here once again my friend!
Always a pleasure reading you! 
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