Since you won’t write it, I will.

Mothers hate,

Children wait.

Mothers lie,

Children cry.

Mothers wave,

Children crave.

Mothers smile,

Words defile.

Love is declared

Children are scared

Belief in good,

Is not understood.

Mothers beat.

Eat your meat.

Mothers hit,

Children sit.

Fist to the face, and pan to the head,

Children pray, they are better off dead.

Mothers pinch.

Children flinch.

No one to believe.

There is no reprieve.

From a Mother’s need

To have her child bleed.

Void of guilt,

The truth they stilt.

Mothers subject,

Children object

Infliction of pain,

A momentary gain.

Until the next moment,

to face her opponent.

Mothers yell.

And children sell- their souls for protection,

Against the rejection.

A Mother explodes,

Child’s heart implodes.

Mothers batter,

Little souls shatter.

The child is old,

Life paved in gold.

Led by a map,

That was sealed with a slap.

Dark end in sight,

Fight with all might,

Fear or flight,

She runs to the night.

With all her skill,

and all her will,

Soul not fulfilled, from-

A loneliness instilled

By a selfish mother

Wanting another.

Moments long past

Time passes fast.

The child is grown

Life’s joys not sewn

Hope meets a dark eye

No blue in the sky.

Blind faith is her guide

Life will take her side.

Thank you mother, for showing me your ways.

I will not repeat the pain of those days.

A mother’s touch, is just a crutch-

For expressions of love, that hurt so much.