An entry from our Summer Reading competition.

I am a pawn in my mother’s hands

She torments my soul

I drown in her expectations

But, I love her

She manipulates and demands

I succumb and feel resentful

But still, I love her

It is a relationship that seesaws

I am aloof and in control

Then doing her bidding

There is a snarl in my 

thoughts and speech

A pain in my heart

And yes, I love her

So this is how we exist

And when she is gone?

I will miss her like no one else

Such is my love

by PENELOPE WILSON