Separate Survival..

When she was young, we were inseparable.    Joined at the maternal hip.   My only surviving child.   A relationship that I had never enjoyed with my own mother, was mine in her.   I loved her on a level that defies words. Beautiful and serene.

I was therefore completely taken by surprise the day it all changed in a flash; and I have yet to understand it. Perhaps the pain of it all prevents such comprehension. But it is gone, and I am leaving.

She is a stranger to me now.  As if I never knew her.As if I never loved her. As if she never lived.

I cannot start again, I am an old woman now.

I am glad for the time I had…at least.