When the old lady saw she stopped.
There were triggers of past times
A little girl who was different
Who sought out attention,
Who wanted to be what she wasn’t.
A teenager who flouted rules, stayed out late,
Who never wanted for anything.
She knew they always feared
The elephant in the room,
The accident waiting to happen,
Which when it did, estrangement began.
Years of worry, searching, rescue,
Running from life, spurning the mother’s love.
Peace offerings manipulated
Buy this buy that, nothing sweet was appreciated
She wanted bigger and better, brighter and righter.
But the spiral had begun.
She vanished, popped up here and there
Then nothing.
Now she was ill, the old lady wanted to reach out
But the past dictated otherwise.
Bad habits and bad memories
Hurt, pain and turmoil.
She stood back from the sidelines
Waited for the call she dreaded
But saw it coming.
Her daughter turned into a wild child,
But life the mother knew was precious.
She was her daughter no matter what,
The old lady mused with a tear on her cheek.
This mother would always love her child.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/03/writing-prompt-153-collage-20/
Morpethroad 
we never stop worrying on our children, right? well-penned Michael 🙂
Thank you Lady Lee..
An old story, beautifully told.
Yes Kim but sadly repeated over and over…..
I know – my daughter is getting married at the end of next month – it has come around so quickly!
Well I hope all goes well for her, and you..
Thank you 🙂
Bittersweet.
Bittersweet is a great way to describe this, it plays on my own fears as a mother