tell me about your mother

she listens all day
to their problems.
their issues their unresolved
childhood angsts.
unloved by parents,
small slights by peers that still
bleed after decades
have passed bye.
the wounds are deep, but
to others they seem like mere
scratches,
tiny pricks of skin.
it's a long day of listening
and listening,
never quite getting
to a solution, to an
end.
the cure is had to come by.
only breathing, the stopping
of it, takes
it all away.