That Friend Of Your Mother's Poem by Julia Luber

And so, along comes your mother's friend.
To save you with the Truth, to put the police inquisition
at an end. You have never met her before. You confuse her for
a whorr. She has a certain flippant attitude. Controlling, empowered,
and condescendingly rude.

You wonder exactly where begins her bankroll.
And exactly to what journalist's agenda her media will scroll.
But she's there to save you. Because that's what those big shots do.

You never really knew your mother when she was more like them.
The confidence, the luck, the blessedness, the nonchalance- consumed with
some image of themselves as the creme de la creme.

You never really knew her when she seemed happy like them.
As if the world were a petal and they were the stem.Exactly what happened to corner her out. Surround her with a mental torture, which now you being exposed to reminds you of no doubt.

That it must have been one of them, similar to this mother's friend.
Just a shade different. just a shade crueler. Sadistic like a constraining jeweler.
But really much worse. Maybe this friend of your mother's can get you out
of this curse.

That's what she's there with you to do.
Hopefully, to heal your boo boo.