we shape
harmful instances
of our own inadequacies
inadvertantly making
that very part
of our parents that we
did not want to
become
that we did
not want them to
become
of our selves
unwittingly
committing
little
molestations of the heart
...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
yep, we do
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It is, I think, to some degree, unavoidable….
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so very true.
love how this starts out with a BANG!
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Thank you Miri–thanks for seeing the BANG!–I’m not sure that I do exactly. Maybe too many syllables to qualify as bang-y in my book, but I guess idea-wise it has some pop…
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it definitely has…
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So true…I cringe sometimes when I hear my mom’s words pouring out of my mouth…
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I worry about the times that I don’t notice, and what may be done (by me!) without my knowledge…aahh, Catholic guilt. Even when you think you’re mostly over it, it rears its ugly head yet again, hiding in wait…
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🙂 well i’m not catholic – but I was raised just this side of “don’t drink the Koolaid” haha…so I know ALL about guilt.
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If I am not careful, I find my mouth will open, any my mother’s angry voice will come out. Wow. Such truth here, JCC.
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Yes, for me, it is my father’s judgementalism. (Hmm, new word? Spell-check is under-lining it…) and his disappointment. I still feel that one, so I just try to make sure my daughter knows that I’ll be proud of her no matter what she does with her life…at least I hope that’s what I do….
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