Mom tells the stories

Of her own Mother’s unchained animal rage

Those wounds – still open

Drip the blood of fifty years of pain

I can’t imagine her dilemma

To love the woman who gave her life

Or hate the woman that stole her youth

Mom’s ranting feels more like the echoes

Inside an empty cage

Her mother can’t take back

The misery she caused

And perhaps wouldn’t if she could

But my Mom can forgive her now

Let her rage be dead

Because in the end

We are all touched by those around us

With love or hate

It’s better to forgive and move forward

Then stand still and let the animal engulf you