for dVerse Prosery

We children had so little, although we always had just enough. Absent parenting, well more like absentminded parented, but Mum and Dad did their best. Mum said it is all about setting the right examples. Her mum was an ice cube, so she was a chip off it (or chipped, or something like that). That is what she told me once – it was a rare reveal from her. I cannot remember more than three times when she gave me a proper big hug. She loved us though. Said she didn’t need to spout it because it was a given. And she cared for us, cared about us, absolutely. It is in a person’s nature to want love. If it’s missing, you will start searching for it, like a drought obsessed with water. And I was surprised every time when love started. Or ended.

note: this is not autobiographical, it’s written to a prompt at dverse poets, including a line from Jane Hirshfield’s poem “I wanted to be surprised.” Word count: 144 ©️ Misky 2020

7 responses to “for dVerse Prosery”

  1. I’m glad you said this is not autobiographical! Well done!


  2. I think this coldness is common in too many families… it is hard when you have to take love for a given. I think this was common in many strict Lutheran families…


    1. Absolutely true. Lutheran. Yes.


  3. I love how you wrote this (and am also glad it is not autobiographical)


  4. I think we’re all glad it’s not autobiographical. You capture that desperation to be loved really well. How vulnerable those children are, how easily lost.


  5. Sounds very generational. Some can give physical love – like hugs, and needed love like provisions… but emotional support is valued too – and too often that was forgotten. I am reminded of I believe it was Elizabeth Barrett Browning who had to leave her home for love.

    “Elizabeth’s volume Poems (1844) brought her great success, attracting the admiration of the writer Robert Browning. Their correspondence, courtship and marriage were carried out in secret, for fear of her father’s disapproval. Following the wedding she was indeed disinherited by her father.”


  6. Enjoyed this very much! Not autobiographical. For me though, being raised in the 50s and 60s, there is some truth to the undemonstrativeness (sp??? is that a word???) of my parents and the other parents I saw during those years. Not in the “ending” — but just the lack of effusively showing that love. For me, it came in different ways…I knew it was there….just not in warm hugs or saying it aloud.

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