The garden of secrets

Dear mother,

Would that I were brave enough

As those before me who with intrepid pluck

Bared their secret for all the world to see

Those fearless, lion-hearted and heroic daredevils

Audacious and courageously bold

They faced the devil head-on, and overcame

Their shame, trepidation and tense misgivings

Fully confessing their deep dark deeds

Is it not easy to confess the silly little tricks though

The crashing of the car, the breaking of your

Very expensive Ming dynasty vase

Than, to reveal the really dirty deeds and still

Expect to face the world refreshed and renewed

With no accusing eyes, real or imagined focused upon

Your guilty personage

If I never liked my mother

I could regale her with all the deep dark deeds

That I Spitefully orchestrated jut so I can

Rub it all in her face first chance I got

But If I care deeply about my mother

And wish her to maintain a radiant heart

Is it my right or prerogative to oust the flame

Of such a joyous, happy and ebullient soul

I have a secret to tell you

It may not even be a secret at all

Just really, let us pretend that this secret

Will somehow, make a big difference

In the matted texture of our relationship

Some secrets, if you tell them

Frees your mind in fun and joyous ways

Other secrets, if you tell them

A little piece of your soul dies within

In that place where secrets go to hide

Some secrets should remain there and be

A secret!

Let only one and her embattled conscience

Be the keeper of some awful secrets

Let many be the participants of gleeful secrets

That titillate and tickle the fancy in fun and frolic

Happy are the days of those who laugh

Leading to bright days and peaceful nights

For some, telling a secret has no stigma

For me, telling a secret withers my soul

Let us agree to disagree

About the spilling of beans

Instead mother, let your soul glow

Our souls glow with the beauty of life

For we are Mothers

We manifest, emerge, perceive, emanate and flow

Across the universe in a never ending cycle of

life, birth, strength, kindness, fierceness and guile

Like lionesses we protect the young of the pride

We unfold in many shapes, forms, and contours

We ache, make mistakes, we laugh and cry

Our tears soothe the earth and renews it's strength

We keep the secrets that are too painful to be voiced

In the sad places within which we hurt each other

Let your soul's glow cover the universe with love's

Sweet breath, giving newness and rebirth

To the wonders that be

Secrets, listen closely, yet quietly mother

I shall whisper only this in your ear

For which I shall surely win no prize

My secret, that which I neglected to

Tell you in life is not really a secret

It is that

I love you mother

Secrets

They can be lovely little things too

I kept my dark secret my dear mother

For what point is there to confessing

When you are not here to cry and commiserate

Telling me that you understand my choices

For paths lead to paths yet unexplored

You are not here to say that you wish I had chosen

A more traditional or easier path to self

You would not though, for cruelty is not for you

They will not accept the fact that I kept my secret

They will relegate me to the dungeon of Not Telling

I know that you will understand and silently smile

Waiting for the day we meet again wherever you are

When secrets will no longer be a thing

Only laughter and joy forever into tomorrow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

N.A.