Tides

Tides

My mother's comb

Sits on the side

Of her sink

Then gets moved

To my house

After she dies

I won that argument

I'd been arguing with her

Since my childhood

And just gave up 

Fighting her

The same with my father

These were long arguments

I gave and let them win

Now I'm her not arguing

With anybody

I just walk away

Everyone can win

Over me

I don't think I ever

Achieved what I wanted

Out of any relationship

Some will say this or that

But I'm convinced

I never landed where

I was supposed to land

Everywhere was low tide

Barry G. Wick