Mom
Divi Lewin, 1921-2003
My mom went inner sadistic frozen Cold against her own sensitivity Her hurt and her hate prisoned together In the bulk of the glacier that owned her Yet she moved in the world as showing free, Accommodating, ingratiating Even seeming to be warm, welcoming To those at some certain and safe remove Perhaps this, that was her at radius Far greater than close quarters of a son, Was real as well, for life is more immense Than any suit or suitcase can unpack Her despair dealt me sensitivity, This blessing bane of pain she could not bear
In this frozen time, try a quest for hope and understanding…my fable available from Amazon at a very modest price
https://www.amazon.com/Nutcracker-Story-Mouse-Unicorn/dp/B0BF1W7FR2
Young Elise, gifted with deep sight, dreams the quest of the mouse acrobat and the unicorn after they have escaped the great battle between the forces of the Nutcracker and the army of the Seven-Headed Mouse King. They meet many perils along the way, both internal and external. Why war? Why greed? The links to vanity and what self-aggrandizement leaves out. Finally they dance a revelatory dance with Blanche and Djinnsky. The quest changes the mouse acrobat far beyond who she was at the start. Elise wakes having seen to the center.