disappointment
in my mother’s eyes
often made me wonder
if I’m an
anomaly or anachronism
Years later
I’m forced to think -
was I just
ahead of my times
or a misunderstood aphorism?
I arrived
when a few looked up to
and followed me…
should I term it
admiration or plagiarism?
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“I arrived
when a few looked up to
and followed me…
should I term it
admiration or plagiarism?”
Lol…or an attempt at mutual human support and encouragement, a.k.a perhaps-misplaced/misunderstood kindness on the part of the so-called “follower”….
Interesting questions 👏
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What you say is possible… but there can be points of view based on experience and expectation.
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Clever writing for this prompt, Reensa
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Reena, oops.
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No issue.
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Thank you so much, Helene!
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This hit home on many levels, Reena. My mother told me everyday I wasn’t loveable. I asked her about it many years later, and she said she just didn’t understand me, and worried about my future – she was trying to prepare me for what she thought my life would be. In the end, we only come to doubt ourselves. Love the ending, too.
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Genetic bonds don’t always lead to a natural understanding. We are all different individuals with different mindsets and expectations. But getting over disapproval from a parent takes time.
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I’ll say…lol.
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Brilliant
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Thanks!
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