They walked,seemingly amiably,apparently a motherwindow-shopping arm-in-armwith her adult daughter,laughing,until the young one said,loud enough for passersbyto perk up and listen:I’m not going to saythat you’re emotionally stunted,but I am going to saythat you owe me an apology.
5.28.2013
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OMG. And I know how comments like that totally devastate a mother. I can so see and feel this poem!
ReplyDeleteYes, two senses--sight and sound--often tell different stories. And a sixth sense, kinetic/proximate, has added dimensions now that we have cell-phones. Propriety for privacy is changing a lot. How embarrassing!
ReplyDeleteCringe! Damn, I hope that's not me in 20 years!
ReplyDeletePerhaps this is the best of relationships - honesty and a measure of acceptance for things that went bad. Who says apologies are not in order from some parents?
ReplyDeleteI like the way you took a passing phrase and turned it into poetry that really made me sit up and think.
She was probably just 'tasting' a newly learned phrase :-)
ReplyDeletelet's hope so!
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