another mom poem

The way my mom yells

My friends remember it

Her love is willingness to extend

Acts of serving stoic

Until she cracks open

We try hard not to crack each other open

But my wobbly puddle of a resistance breaks

Before we even get home from the airport

And she wipes tears off my cheeks

In the front seat of the Tesla with the

Bumper sticker to prove our chasm in president loyalty

When I move or speak from her shadow, a clone a copy of rehearsed way

I do cringe and then I shrivel about what if

When we say bye 

At the airport on the other side of this trip 

I didn’t love her enough?

Is loyalty uncriticizing 

Is it unquestioning is it going to the orchestra on New Years eve

I have no idea what she really thinks of me

And I want to love her I do I do