A stay at home mother
For all of eight years
Until the night
That with her head hung low
She decided to apply
Without his knowledge
Without his permission, as she always needed
She applied
Right away they called back
She started tonight
Working 11 pm to 5 am
To ensure he stayed under the bus
For he worked out of town most nights
Selling goodies of all sorts
But this
This job
Was both mother and I's escape
On weekends, when he was home
We would both secretly beg for the week days to come sooner and last longer
So that we could be free
Free from all the misery
That accompanied the man,
The man I'm supposed to call "dad"
How you understand,
At such a young age
That life is going to shit
Is when you see your mothers smiles disappear like a pair of sandals you left on the beach but forgot to pick up before the tides rolled up
But I'm not as young as mother things I am
For I had grow to quickly
Maybe not physically
But mentally
Understanding at age 15
That your own mother
Was secretly
Being forced to plan an escape route
Even if it meant picking up
A late news paper route
You begin to stay away
Worried about dear mother
As it's late at night
And now a days people aren't that great
Especially those who lurked out late
Anger will start to build
Understanding more and more
What mother has gone through
All to see my wildest dreams come true
Even if that meant
Sacrificing her own damn happiness
YOU ARE READING
Not Enough
PoetryAuthors note: I'm newer to creative writing, especially in this type of way! It would mean the world to me if ya'll could comment what you think! Do note that all of these are quick rights, nothing I really spent in-depth time writing. Poems of a y...
