Sunday.
The day of the filming,
for a hawaiian history project.
All is well.
Then She calls.
Her voice was hard to hear
hard to understand.
The first few words,
were decieving.
Giving me the illusion,
that All was Well.
Then... She broke down
into tears.
Each sob, each strangled gasp for air,
tore into me.
She, my Support, my Shield,
my God,
Was in hysterical tears,
and I couldn't do anything.
I betrayed her.
I didn't know what to say.
My own weakness,
was pathetic.
Compared to Hers,
my tears were selfish.
Her strangled words cut into me,
filling me with things I didn't want.
She, who was so strong, so dependable,
so nourishing and reliable,
Was Crumbling and Cracking,
and all I could do,
Was hold the phone to my ear,
and cry back with the words,
"Please Stop!"
like a pathetic brat.
Her sobs and tears assailed me,
like a rain of arrows.
All I could do was cry and say,
"Please stop Mommy... don't cry!"
With a strangled wail,
"I don't know what to do!"
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