Scars
Feeling pretty low tonight. I got into an argument with my niece and she left the house. I ended up taking it out on my daughter (displaced anger) and making her cry. We ended up okay, but the scars are all there. Here is a small poem I wrote when I was going through a hard time with my Mom:Some words spoken in the airAt the time without careCan't be retracted, the soul they marAnd there at rest, they leave their scar.
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I was lucky in that my daughter and I were in sync most of the time---even through the terrible teens. It was my son that sent my husband and I into therapy. I guess everyone gets their little piece of heaven!
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