Time for Prosery in the Pub ~~ Melissa introduces us to poet, Tina Chang and offers this line from Ms. Chang's poem "Love" to be included in our prosery ~~ 'I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know.'
In quiet moments of reflection, I find myself tracing
the lineage of women who shaped my life. My
mother, her mother, and countless mothers before
them, each carrying the weight of their own doubts
and fears, secrets they kept, sacrifices they made
hidden beneath veils of resilience and strength.
They nurtured us with love and care, yet they were
human, prone to mistakes and missteps.
I wonder if they questioned their mothering skills.
Did they lie awake at night, haunted with the same
uncertainties that kept me company through the
years? As I look back, I cannot believe how little I
knew at age nineteen. Generations later, I am
haunted by how much our mothers do not know,
yet I see their humanity more clearly. And in doing
so, I embrace the journey of forgiveness, for my
own imperfections, as they will likewise do.
