The End of Writing about my Mother

 The End of Writing about my Mother                                                

                                        (After Ada Limòn)

Enough of gypsophila and silver moons of honesty
lighting dark corners, enough of Chanel jackets

from Oxfam, enough of Guerlain, mentholated cigarettes,

enough of ice cream sandwiches, strawberries

in punnets, and pancakes with sugar or lemon or both,
enough of bedtime kisses or on my cuts and bruises,
make it better or grin and bear it,

enough of Irish history, Irish ancestry, being the wrong

kind of Irish, enough of trauma, enough of milking it,
tragedy queen or laughter rising above,
enough of reading my boyfriend’s letters,

are you on the pill, when will you get married,

enough of phone calls on Friday nights and surprise I am in,
enough  I’m your friend, not just your mother,
enough I am lonely, of hugging too close, too long, 

of what I should have said, of what I never said,

how I failed, how you failed me,

enough of grief, enough if only.

Shortlisted in the Aesthetica competition, 2024 and published in their Creative Writing magazine, 2024/25.