i rage when i hear
you were born to die for your children
lies! lies! lies!
you never really cared
protection doesn’t mean you wage war on them
love shouldn’t include insults and vile anger
indifference wasn’t the language i was supposed to learn
that’s not what mothers are supposed to do
what you left behind was a little girl
constantly shielding from the recriminations and the odd revenge
constantly hiding from the anger
i was always worried
in this home called chaos
where growth was made difficult by the injustices
but grow i did when i became a mother myself
yet, still i probe
still i reflect
still
i yearn for a love never freely given
I Write Her 
Susi this is a sharp and painful post – the poem is secondary to the emotion!
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While unpleasant, I’m glad I was able to bring that out with my words. This was my experience. Thanks for reading, Val. <3
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Well done and the emotion comes through!
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Thank you.
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Susi, this poem feels raw and powerful. The pain and resilience come through so clearly.
~David
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It is my story. I appreciate you seeing the emotion in it, David. <3
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