By Robert Bautner

Dear mother,

Looking back, it may not have been about me nor about you, but the pain of strife like a dagger of a knife, that tears up one’s life, through unintended consequences, filled with offenses.

You’re my mother! What happened? I became a participant, that began so magnificent, through my daddy’s exuberance within. A part of a plan that consumed my life, that tells of the unending endurance of life.

Leaving me to separate out the intended from the unintended, this all came with consequences. Your love was senseless, it was all superficial. You told me it was beneficial, or was it prejudicial to benefit me? Because I was different? This was all your decree. What was I to believe?

~ Robert