I stand before my mother of 91
washing away thought patterns
she instilled in me.

Never again will I be
drain by her untruths
I believed most of my life,
as I see with new eyes.

No more judgments I shall have
of not being beautiful,
as I stand in my power with open heart.

No more telling me with sharp tongue
I don’t know anything,
as I move full of wisdom.

No longer shall I be blinded
to who I really am,
as I embrace my divine self.

No longer will I be a doormat
to be like maid or chauffeur,
given no appreciation.

I move on threshold to adulthood,
with an inner excitement for life.
as she moves on her threshold of death.

I wish her well,
grateful for how she taught me
how to find my own self love.

Mom I will always love you
but now... I love myself more.

Rest In Peace, Mom,
as we are both finally free.