Memories

family friction ideas

Why can't these memories be mine, alone.
Her version is giving a different tone.

I hold them close to me, deep inside
I can't put what she says aside.

In my vision I feel it as a soothing day with gentle sounds and color,
How can she say it was difficult and completely without valour?

She is known for her version of truth without any self doubt,
Yet questioning her motives I can not be without.

Truth will remain in question and will be constantly oppossing each other,

She crosses the line with her version of our mother.