My mother loved him her whole life.
She was willing to settle for a piece,
Because the whole of him wasn’t hers.
Their bond was tangible.
Love deepened over time – through absence
Through war
With complications
Stealth meetings
Shared children
Loss
Commitment
And death.
This was the reality my mother embraced.
I now understand her pain, her joy, her love, and her loss.
Knowing your heart,
Knowing your place,
Accepting that fact defines your existence.
Wanting more, but living with less seems your only option.
Unable to imagine walking away, you walk through it all.
Debbie 2009
