First Letters
Mother Dearest,
You Are My Teacher.
Of All The Callous Lessons You Have Taught Me,
Unmistakably, You Have Taught Me – to read – And
How To Love. Love Should Be
Unrestrained – first – Easily Given,
Reaped By All Who Come In
To Contact With You. You
Made Me Realize Love Should Not Be – letters –
Eaten, Or
Devoured, Or
Even Spoken. Love Should Be Felt
Even Heard, In Our Voices. Love Is Not
Pain. – understand –
Eventually, I Learned. Through You,
Roughly, I Have Learned
That, Oh, I Must Say It,
Hear Me, – eventually – Mother, Please,
And Forgive Me. I Do
Not Wish For You To Misunderstand
And Drown In Sorrow,
Nor Do I Wish For
You To Misunderstand My Kindness.
Oh Mother, Dearest Mother, – please –
No More. I Love You Dearly And
Eventually I Wish You To
Hear My Reluctant Cries Of Love
And
Sorrow
.