The family is spread out like popcorn

scattered by  the violence of individual effort

into it’s several different places,

but held together in a pan with walls of steel

that withstand the fiercest heat.

 

We are fiercely independent.

We have our own lives, our own thoughts, our own feelings.

We are so separate that we rarely speak to each other,

except through Mother.

 

We call her to find out the news of what each is doing,

accept her version of how things are with us,

even though we know she doesn’t always see things

the same as our reality is reflected.

 

We choose not to communicate directly amongst ourselves;

taking the short cut of a call home instead,

and keep the connection Mother has provided.

What will we do without her

who has been the touchstone of our existence?

 

Emaria, May 2018

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