While Driving Your Daughter
By Jennifer L. Freed
It will hurt you, what your daughter hints she told her therapist. Let go of it. This is not about you. Your child burns with venom. All you need is for her to stop hurting herself. To stop wanting to hurt. If she blames you for the scorpion, the snake, the spider, for the world that shelters them, then let her, for now. For now, bless these sullen drives to sleepover, school, therapy. Bless the weighted air you share inside this car. Bless her hints and jabs, from which you shape the outlines of those dark, barbed things she hides beneath her tongue.
Jennifer L Freed’s collection, When Light Shifts, exploring themes of identity, health, and care-giving, was a finalist for the 2022 Sheila Margaret Motton Prize and the 2025 Medal Provocateur, and was short-listed for the 2025 Eric Hoffer Grand Prize. Recent poems appear in Atlanta Review, Rust and Moth, Sheila-na-Gig, Vox Populi, What the House Knows, and others. See Jfreed.weebly.com.
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As the mother of a teen daughter in the midst of it, and as a former teen who struggled with deadly mental illnesses and had a mom who loved me beyond measure but could not help me no matter how much she wanted to… this poem brought me to tears. In a good way. Thank you.
This stunning poem captures so much pain in so few words. Masterful work. ❤️🩹