My mother’s favorite song Was ‘I Want to Break Free,’ by Queen I loved that she loved that song It spoke to her tethered heart Her realization that, although she was not free, There was a part of her that somehow knew that freedom She had been, in many ways, shackled by conditioning A child of the war A daughter of father’s death A product of post victorian morality and principles But with a feisty and fiery spirit A glorious effervescence That was not easily put out Culture, guilt, shame and men Had a good go of squeezing her into the box Of expectation And it broke her, broke her body, And brought her to her knees A breakdown The psychiatric hospital And a stigma of failure A heavy bag of woes and sorrows Thus she lived the remainder of her years From a broken place A prisoner of all that weight Yet deep inside, visible at times, Obscured by the clouds of heaviness But still there for those with eyes to see Was the fiery, feisty spirit And that spirit sang along Whenever she heard I want to break free I saw all that. - Kaviji (In memory of a Mother)
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