as is a mother’s love, a mother’s guilt is a force,
a force to fear, waves of tears that will drown you in their saltiness
their sadness impossible to comprehend,
beyond anything that can be put into mere language
memories of frowns and shadowed eyes and harsh words and scarring sentiments
will that be me? will that be all that I pass on to my loves?
when they think of me, is that all they will remember?