So Much Pain We Inflict By Being Who We Are
She could never please her mother
who was, after all, French, and had
her standards. No matter how hard
the American daughter tried,
her facial structure would never
allow her to sound truly French.
She spent a lifetime trying
to understand why she wasn’t worthy
of love. Rocks rubbing against rocks.
They say each generation is an over-
reaction to the last one.
Inevitable bruising in this pendulum swing,
heads knocking against heads.
I heard a priest say,
be quick to forgive
Thought provoking and sad!
That last line in the first stanza is so perfectly formed, and the shift to the second stanza is wonderfully crafted.
Thanks Shaun, appreciate your eye
Yes, I love that “rocks rubbing against rocks” – superb rhythm throughout.
Rocks rubbing leading to a great ending!
Wondering if I could get away with that ending