On most days I have to remind myself
not to go the places you went
when I was young.
On most days I have to protect my kids
from the part of you
you placed inside me.
Some days it’s a flippant comment,
and I feel your heat rise
to my cheeks and tongue.
On those days I swallow, take a breath,
remind myself
of a promise once made.
Many days ago I swore I’d stop
the legacy you left
with me.
In future days, I hope
it won’t take so much effort
to silence the you
inside me