I'm NOT funny, she tells me.
Anymore, I might add.

But she doesn't remember
when she laughed with me.
Not
against me.

Are we all so much our mothers
that we must break them
only to grow and be free?

Someday,
she'll remember,
I AM funny.
And we'll laugh, together again.

But, not now.

So, I'll hold my tongue
and be as patient,
as I can,
now.