Mother of mine that I adored
Love for me you've not
As a lad to cope, I turned within
As idly by you sat
No permission granted
No request fulfilled
You brought me here upon your whim
for a purpose I know not still
The salty taste of my own blood
From mother's backhand slap
A vicious word to a tender heart
While cuddled in her loving lap
I love you most she whispered sweetly
For it's you that's most like me
A blacker phrase was never heard
With a stinging strap my love assured
She laid me down to nightly sleep
The nightmares came, black and deep
Is it night or is it day?
Is this a dream? Who's to say?
Breeched at birth? I pained her greatly?
A debt she must repay?
If pain and sorrow has a name
My mother's name you say...
Oh Pat, this is so moving that I'm filling up!
ReplyDeleteI just can't imagine the horrors that you were out through. You just cannot blame a babe for all the troubles that she brought on herself.
Thoughts are with you sweetie.
Big hugs!
thanks Alice!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ! and extremely touching! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it!