In Hac Lacrimarum Vallemature
Dear Mom,
I am speechless;
at a loss for something to say.
I read the email you sent me
and it sucked in a really big way.
Unlike your last lachrymose missive,
this one just made me say "Ow!"
and realise how jaundiced, how bitter you are;
you self-centred, stuck-up old cow.
The End
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I wrote this half-poem in early 2008.I have had a consistently turbulent relationship with my mother, and for years I blamed myself and thought that if I could somehow change myself enough, I would "get it right" and she would stop needing to treat me badly.
When I started writing this, I didn't intend for it to be a poem, and I didn't intend for it to be funny: I was deeply hurt by what she wrote to me. I was just writing to try and release some of my pent-up frustration and get my hurt out onto the page. So that I wouldn't have to eat my 10,000th doughnut, and then hate myself for getting fat.
I never finished the poem, because once I started laughing, the writing had done its job.
I did have a good, long laugh at this. And something shifted in my spirit: I was able to begin to forgive and let go of years of festering rage.
The poem's title is taken from the "Salve Regina" - apt, I think, for a poem about maternal relations.
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"A cathartic rant that offered a turning point in a tricky relationship"
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