Mother's Day Confession

Mother’s Day Confession

I confess to you my love of poems, but before I confess that obsession, I do want to confess to you how I truly and fully feel about you mum.

I confess I could have said this all earlier in my teens, or when I was younger. I thought I knew the world but I only knew the teacup the world was painted on. I confess, for all of the mishaps and all of the pain inflicted in our relationship. My stupid, stupid mistake of not listening and my ability to miscommunicate even the simplest things. And I confess and thank you for everything my life has shaped up to be.

I confess I don’t know how I made this conclusion up in my head but I believed that all of the lessons you taught me were to destroy me. Instead, I now realized it was lessons to build new words.

Worlds that could ignite imaginations, to write words beautifully with eloquence when you shut me away from the world. I confess I didn’t know you were protecting me from a world, hell-bent on staying confused but you saved me when you could, and accepted me when you couldn’t. Even though we had our disagreement, I confess that those simple times in hindsight a blessing.

I don’t wish to prattle on but I can’t help myself. I do wish I could have been better. But what is better? I wish to confess to you my idealogy, and one day share these secrets I hold deep in my heart, but I do think another lesson you taught me was to be balanced. You were and are a master of teaching and shaping a mind without shovelling words down. I wish I could have truly understood you. I confess that with all of my heart.

But what is real understanding? What is truly in someone's heart is a mystery to unfold. Yet the biggest mistake we can do is to not even try. Not even try to hear someone's words, or try to see what colour they see, even though your argument is on what shade the colour of the couch is while one person is wearing sunglasses and the other person has roses tinted glasses. I think that the biggest fault we could all have is not try, and I have been guilty of that on more than one occasion that my pride will allow me to see. I confess If you knew how much I’ve learnt I think you might be proud of me. I confess that I hope you could feel the sincerity of these words but that might be a little selfish of me.

I wish to confess I never really trusted you because I thought I never knew what it meant to have someone to support my back like a lazy boy couch. Do they even still make those? I confess I don’t even know that. I confess trust was foreign currency and I thought the exchange rate favoured everyone else besides me. Trust is such a valuable commodity. Like a diamond, rare because people only hoard it. I wonder woefully what a world will be like if trust was cheap and peace was free. Yet the world is already a haven for beautiful souls. You taught me that, not through your words but through your actions.

I confess I should show you a poem I wrote so you know that my confessions of poems are real.

Divide dividends among the people

Or be equal, typical triangles can topple

Over circles

Round table

Town rebel

We can accept, except a nosy neighbour

Poking holes at a jest

I never abhor

A noisy or nosy neighbour

I just hope you are blessed before

And after this poem has met its end

Poems can be tricky I confess.