Long Overdue Conversation
Long Overdue Conversation Mom came to visit my new home At forty, I finally asked the question squirming for twenty years When I was young, why didn’t you send me to art classes? She shrugged. Didn’t see any talent. The razor-edged arrow I saw its mark Inside, made an aikido turn It streaked right by No eyes to see.
Oh habibi, from the inner child in me to the inner child in you, and the adult me to the adult you: I see you talent, I see so much talent!
Oh, my... what a devastating response! "No eyes to see," indeed... Mom's, not the narrator's. This will stay with me, especially with that vivid arrow image.