Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I don't believe in soul mates, but I do believe That a life of happiness can be shared With someone special We're not teenagers anymore So the bar is higher The expectations are raised In sickness and in health, we promise It's easy to find someone Who will share your good times Buttered popcorn at the movies Cosmo cocktails at the bar Dancing the night away It's easy to find someone Who will declare, "I love you" Who will kiss you smoothly Like melted chocolate on your tongue It's tragically easy To hold hands at the park Feed the pigeons Go ice skating in the winter And camping in the summer Meet each other's families Buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store What is difficult What is true love Is staying together through the storms The ones that put leaks in your roof The outside forces drip drip dripping Into your living room Your beloved grandma's death Drip The decision to have kids, or not Drip A mental breakdown Drip An awkward reunion wi

When I was a little girl, My parents were sacred Each word they uttered was a prophecy Every action was to be replicated They were as close to gods as I could get They fed me, housed me, educated me For that I am forever grateful When you grow older  And have a life of your own How do your parents fit into the picture? A precarious relationship needs to be rewritten Roots dug up from the ground and replanted It is a painful but necessary process For if the parents never let go And keep their adult child rooted too close to home Resentment will fester, grey mushrooms and fungus will grow In place of bone white lilies Parents, strong oak trees, providing shade and shelter Can also cloud over and suffocate their flowers Trying their best to bloom in their shadow When I am a parent, I will know when to let go To let my offspring blossom Into a purple lilac on her own