Generational
written by: Duane L Herrmann
I remember yearning:
yearning for a kind word,
yearning for a compliment,
yearning for a ‘Thank you,’
yearning for affection,
but there was none.
We were nice kids,
we were good kids,
we were respectful,
we were kind,
but our mother never noticed.
Her mother was
emotionally absent,
severely depressed,
from her own life
and could not be
a good model,
so we ached.
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