I trigger people
so they talk about me behind my back
I showed them what a good child is, a loyal friend and a true neighbour should be
The narcissists have yet to change
The dark empaths feel an inkling of guilt and regret
They than begin to reflect
So are triggered into changing
Some even become open minded
Those disliking change of tradition
Disliked my mother so much
Yet she in the eyes of the almighty accepted everybody
Dark or light skinned even rare-medium like us in the winter we are fare and the hot sun we're a bronze metal trophy she would say
She loved us to the core and taught us well
Dad was the same but from her I learned the most
Her beauty inside was rare and unforgettable
Nobody would forget her
Even those she hadn't seen in 20 years
They'd always tell me to say hello on Facebook
She was my rock, my teacher, my gem, my coach and companion
I hope this reaches her and I want the angels to tell her I love her
I miss bugging her I miss telling her jokes she dislikes
Even the one where I trick her all the time
What one door says to the other
You push and I'll pull
As I cared for her I always said to her I'm the door you pull and I'll push
It was my way of making her laugh once she got it
Before long all her friends caller me carer Mary's full just push n pull
Or mommy hixysbannastix even though she knew I wasn't a huge monkeys fan or banana fan
The hair food oh eat my heart out
I was a fan of synthetic stench but not much the fruit
Only an occasional bonofee for me or the coffee by beanies in bonofee pie
She knew I was different and mysterious
She couldn't grasp the sensitivity
Only realising I was an empath and left it at that and told me how I would make a difference to people's lives one day
Especially with my smile