You catch your breath and stay quiet

Reading into things can get things way out of context. Each time we converse we bring assumptions and stories to the interaction. Like this one. The same memory, a different takeaway. All those years feeling guilty for moving away and for no reason.

Daughter – I am so sorry I hurt your heart. I was young and stupid. Reminding you of my bad attitude and teenage angst those many years ago was a bit insensitive. For you it cuts deep. I can hear it in your voice. You catch your breath and stay quiet on the phone. I didn’t realise. I want to give a warm hug but guilt sits on my chest. I’m so sorry. You had so much  going on in your life. I didn’t realise or recognise how I was ‘adding fuel to the fire’ until now. 

Mother -When you decided to move on – I was so concerned how you would manage. So young and yet so brave to secure employment, find accommodation, and move from the family home. But you achieved it all successfully. Not bad for a teenager!
I become weepy for nothing important these days so don’t be concerned my dear sweet. It’s nothing important nor a reflection on the past.

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As hormones explode like balloons freshly stomped by teenage partygoers you storm off

Teenage angst I hear your cry. You tempted me with your fresh knowledge untested by life’s setbacks. I knew better but I was miserable. I walked away from a parent’s love so as not to disappoint them further. 

Roll the years forward a generation…

Now I hear of you my darling niece. I feel your anger as if it were a forgotten love song. In a world where hormones explode like balloons freshly stomped by teenage partygoers you storm off. Do you know how much you are loved my darling? 

#Poetry – Quirky banter

You’re my friend that I trust to see, the real person that is me. With that trust I open my soul to be free, and with my weird quirky banter I flavour the sea. A sea full of fun, innocent and judge free, and yes I’ll go overboard…yep that would be me.

So do I crawl back in my shell like a crab on the beach? Burrow into the sand well out of reach? I don’t mean to offend but when I read your text. I question my openness and feel a bit vexed.

Photo – Little Gibber – Dee Grant
Quirky Banter – Audio – ArtandIdioms – Dee Grant – 2020

BY DEE GRANT 2020