I searched for the puzzle pieces
it took me seventy years
wanting to learn more about me
and why I had so many tears
How did I get to be “this way”?
I always felt “crazy”, you see
We may have looked fine on the outside
but behind the scenes: misery
My mom had a critical spirit
she suffered with low self esteem
but now I can understand it
I was never part of her “dream”
it all began in the thirties
when she started dating my dad
two “Christian” kids got in trouble
the WORST they had ever had
they buried their shame and guilt
but from trouble they never were free
I have found that missing piece called “LOVE”
And I know in the end they loved ME
I thought I did follow the prompt….first, I wrote ten lines…then I went back and inserted ten more lines …adding to the unfolding of the story. I ended up with twenty lines…interspersed and not added at the end. perhaps we were to show the separation in the copy we posted?