Yesterdays and tomorrows

I recall painfully, my mother looking at me,
saying, "what are you so angry about"?
It wasn't meant as a question, but rather,
a statement.
An admission, more likely,
on her part,
that she didn't really want to know.
Still, it seemed, she must acknowledge it.

I didn't know what to say to her in response,
when she said that.
It seemed to me that I was quite furious,
full of rage,
but couldn't say why.
Certainly, I blamed myself for it.

As I think about it now,
avoiding the consideration of other people's feelings,
or wounding them when I am hurt or angry,
is not how I want to address my future.

I believe, however, that proceeding to the contrary is one of the most difficult things I will do.