You came with a smile and time to spare
When my family almost forgot I was there
They accepted you like a son, they listened to your songs
While every place in the dark, your hands touching me, so wrong.
I hate polka dot dresses, styled in blue and white
You were fishing by the river, you said come play my wife
As a child I believed you, was this part of our game?
No way to describe the pain and the shame
Cleaned up as best I could, Mother would be cross
I will burn my underwear, we were poor ,what a loss
The blood I can scrub from my dress with some soap
And pray Sweet Jesus, what happened, how to cope?
I asked my big sister, it was her husband after all
She called me a liar, she would watch me crawl
Each night to my room alone and afraid
The fact that he liked me, is the reason I paid.
I left home at eighteen to never return
Missing my Daddy, everything else I wished I could burn
Then I was seven, a child, nothing more
Now I will end it, I'll even the score
But the Lord had a plan so different than mine
Away from this devil and pain heals with time
My sister a cancer that keeps spreading lies
Now getting older, life empty, not even a prize
I look out my window, watch a clear ocean and sky
I left all the pain with a single teardrop in my eye
My life had meaning, I saved and I helped
But more than anything, I dealt and I felt.
I buried my father in the old family plot
He never knew, my silence was bought
With lies and threats, insults and boarding school
Mother you kept me at bay with your ridicules rules.
God, I know just my thoughts are a sin on their own
But Father if not for you, I would have been all alone
I pray that my children would cherish my love and taste
All the goodness in life, not know the mother I hate
I watch my children as they laugh on the beach
Lord I succeeded, no devils breached
On the wall in our home accolades and bucket lists done
Too hell with you mother, devil and sister, this time I won.
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...