The Apology Day Breakfast

my mother did not grow up
with her mother I did not
grow up with mine my son
did not grow up with me

how does one define the jigsaw
when the pieces are misshapen
by the constant hands of others?

the gift of life is maternity
and the removal of this is
a reparation that has no price

the picture is askew in the portrait
you offer and rejection is the new
graffiti to rewrite the script

you offer breakfast and forget
I found my mother
and rebirthed my son
Together we are the Banquet