Children laugh and play
They are loved and nurtured
Taught right from wrong
Praised and punished
Questions, at times, go unanswered
Little do children know there is
no illness lurking in the dark
Secrets hidden because of shame
Adolescence are stuck in a maze
of youth and young adulthood
Secrets go deeper and deeper
Questions remain unanswered
Illness remains in the dark
Teen life is full of fun and frolic
dating and of finding oneself
But, at home, punishment is the
biggest of all fears
Secrets and illness are buried deeper
Adulthood has made it's debut
Marriage and childbirth for some
Relationships barren for others
Dysfunctional lifestyle without reason
where: Questions go unanswered
Secrets and Illness remain hidden
Divorce and separation from family
and friends past and present
Then comes the time for role reversal
The parent needs you, they can no longer
manage on their own. They seem to come to
terms with this and accept your offer
You take them in and a metamorphosis occurs
They become the parent of yesterday
They are bitter and cruel, their tongue sharp
and quick as a serpent, their words sting
with each strike they aim at you
Verbally abusive, physical threats without strength
Psychological punishments laden with guilt and grief
Then, the secrets are exposed and are spilled out in truth
like acid eating through your flesh, and cannot be removed
The illness, finally exposed, and you realize you are there
This is not just She, but you, words exchange to the point
where tears no longer ease the pain, accusations unfounded
She claims it is guilt, but there is nothing to feel guilty for
And then, I say: Goodbye Mother
You will always be part of my life, but you cannot remain in it
You will remain in my heart, mind and prayers, but, not my life
I hope wherever you go you may finally find peace
and make amends with your maker I pray for God to forgive you
You know what you do and say, but not the pain
that you inflict upon others, for they will not tell you
and if they did you do not listen, only to what you want to hear
Forgive me, for I cannot endure anymore of your punishments
Again, I say: Goodbye Mother
Wow, this had to be tough. I know others who have gone through this same thing. you are not alone here, I'm sure there are othere's on postpoems who can identify with this.
HI LINDA,you said so very much,most would not,but i also know that writing it helps rid the hidden,pop up feelings
my son feels this exact way,just this weekend kaos/booze
hell and as the Eagles sang Another shot of courage,great
writing esp about a personal & painful topic
L&P