My Parents, My Kids and Me
by Joan Serratelli
need to learn
to be completely
comfortable with only me
I have come a long way
I am not that emotionally needy
young woman
I used to be
I’m strong
While there are times
I may desire
some company
I have found
more and more
I am able to
be alone
I am very picky
about making friends
I have to be able
to trust
that their hearts
are pure
and want
nothing more
than to just
sit here
and not invade
my space
I refuse
to be used
If you want
anything
from me
you cannot
be with me
I never
got to know me
Like a lot
of woman
I went
from living
with my parents
to marriage
I STILL lived
in their house
until I was
pregnant
with my first child
I moved across
the street
After my second
child was born
I moved again
and then
another move
three states away
I had to stand on my
own two feet
I was in my
mid 20’s but
young
Truely;
I had 2 kids
and had no clue
as to who I was
My kid was giving
me a fit over
going to preschool
but I sent her
I had to
assert myself
Everytime I called
my Mom, she acted like
I was bothering her
I think my Dad
was not happy
about losing me
and the kids
while he was
a great Dad
he was not
demonstrative
When the kids were born
he was a different man
He REFUSED to hold them
He was ESTATIC
that they were
girls
(No bris)
About a year later
we moved once more
into a house
My parents moved
also
They now were about
a mile away
My Dad had won
that argument
Believe it or not
I was NOT happy
01/29/2013