"MOM!"
Choices
A clump of overlapping dynamics and wills,
An unavoidable part of who we grow up to be
It resides in our homes and our lives and
we can't help
Who is there for the first breaths, words and steps, to be the first play-
mate,
And we search the matching noses and chins, eyes and heights for our
individual selves,
Suffering collisions and striking friction, judgments and expectations, arguments and
teasing,
And the explosive anger between people too alike and too
proud,
For the fleeting moments of guidance and support and silent
camaraderie,
For the unspoken friendship and protection of the big brother,
The times when someone lets you take care of them,
The long-distance phone calls and the hand-me-downs that survive the separate ways,
Until the day when your mouth opens and your mother starts talking instead,
And we realize the deep-wired resentments exist
Because we never knew how to accept
Being loved without a choice.
A clump of overlapping dynamics and wills,
An unavoidable part of who we grow up to be
It resides in our homes and our lives and
we can't help
Who is there for the first breaths, words and steps, to be the first play-
mate,
And we search the matching noses and chins, eyes and heights for our
individual selves,
Suffering collisions and striking friction, judgments and expectations, arguments and
teasing,
And the explosive anger between people too alike and too
proud,
For the fleeting moments of guidance and support and silent
camaraderie,
For the unspoken friendship and protection of the big brother,
The times when someone lets you take care of them,
The long-distance phone calls and the hand-me-downs that survive the separate ways,
Until the day when your mouth opens and your mother starts talking instead,
And we realize the deep-wired resentments exist
Because we never knew how to accept
Being loved without a choice.