My last and final session

The last session, my mouth is dry
I am not allowed to move around
so I put a dent in her couch.

I watch her from across
sitting in her fancy chair
her eyeglasses sitting sideways,
the taperecorder is playing the same song
classical of all.

She keeps asking the same questions as we are wrapping it up.

My life is like an open book
I have nothing to hide,
if you have any concerns
flip through my pages.

I've accomplished a lot
destroyed my life,
died and was reborn.
Nobody is perfect.

I've overcome abuse
survived cancer
threw my cigarettes in the trash,
cases of beer went down the drain.
I stayed on my meds.

I've walked in to relationships knowing it would not last,
my marriage failed.
I learned my lesson and remain solo.

I had three daughters
suffocated them with love
they called it control.
My oldest moved away
the second chose the streets,
my baby still comes around.
My grandchildren are my heart.

Toxic people would attract
like bees fighting over honey,
I had to walk away.
Them and my health would not agree.

Life is a gift
we don"t get to pick our parents
I had to let it go.
Today is a new day.

My mission here on earth is not done.