What’s it with you, and why can’t you leave me alone and in peace?

By Stanley Collymore

What is it with you, and why do you keep on gratuitously

picking on and criticizing me? For whatever things I say

or do you instantaneously jump on my case not only to

condemn what I’ve done but also, with your barbed

comments or alleged knowledgeable advice, and

totally unasked for, vociferously, patronizingly

and even most hatefully conclude how very

off-base, in your subjective point of view,

and according to you, I completely am.

Well I’m thoroughly sick and tired of it and not only

because I firmly consider myself to be a genuinely

responsible and well-informed adult but also a

person in my own right that is entitled to and

furthermore have realistic opinions of my

own which, in case you’ve expediently

either chosen to forget or are wholly

unconcerned about is none the less

my permanent prerogative to, and

additionally as I justly perceive

it emphatically stops you from

unilaterally and unduly, even

if I was indubitably in need

of advice, behaving in this

constantly confrontational

fashion of yours towards

me for no other reason

I can inference, apart

from the realization,

it so happens, that

you are my mum.

© Stanley V. Collymore

21 January 2017.

Author’s Remarks:

Whatever the circumstances: natural and biologically, surrogate or test tube, in which each and everyone of us ultimately enters this world that we’re in, the clear and indispensible necessity of a human mother to assist and complete that process is inevitable. That’s the physiological part which is itself markedly different in a multitude of ways and wide-ranging permutations that can and not uncommonly necessitates a series of actions or steps taken in order to realize the particular end of raising each child that successfully makes it through conception to birth and expectantly adulthood.

A complex evolution, and not an over-statement to say so, whose development can be virtually trouble free, pretty straightforward and infinitely beneficial for those individuals fortunate to be so privileged but regrettably can also conversely be a distinctly traumatic as well utterly debilitating nightmare for those who aren’t so lucky particularly when the wilful dispenser of such angst is the one person that conventional norms dictate should never be a part of that latter equation. Yet how often do contemporary circumstances and tragic events prove us to be totally wrong?