I have this poem I really really love and I can not get it published. It is layers of pain in my heart because it is about me as a mother. I was thinking about Mathew Arnold’s poem, Dover Beach when I wrote it. Dover Beach has a memory tied to it and I can never escape its power to grip and move me. (Just like the ocean waves…)
One of the most valuable exercises I have found as a poet is to write in the style of another poet. It’s tough but I learn so much while doing it. (Writing a sonnet is a bitch!) I took Dover Beach and wrote my own version, “A Mother’s Dover Beach”.
My sons really don’t communicate with me. I’m not sure why but it is probably because I left their dad. One son has not talked to me 3 years. He won’t tell me why. The other 2 maybe communicate with me once a year. I know tomorrow on Mother’s day, I will not hear from any of them. Holidays and Mother’s Day are killers for me.
Did I beat them? No. Did I lock them in closets and starve them? No. I did the best I could do as an imperfect human in an imperfect world.
I pray for reconciliation and try and keep it in God’s hands.