No silver spoon nor chandeliers but plenty of beatings, plenty of tears battered and bruised in pools of blood as little kids frightened over her we stood she never complained about the life she had just now and then her eyes.. were sad we lived with a monster n nobody knew back in the day that's what you would do keep it behind close doors for oh!.. the shame fingers may point who would get the blame whiskey he drank each and every day I watched my dad slowly fade away at night we'd sit around her armchair him gone to the pub.. bag of toffies she'd share I still can smell ..her lovely home bakes in her well polished old stove..her wonderful cakes devoted to us kids till the very end "mother you were an angel".... this message I send..
Girlygirl196349Fullerton, California USAApr 25, 2014
I'm speechless
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 7, 2014
Thank you Mick.. I remember one day walking to school when I picked up the courage and told my best friend what went on in our house..she wouldnt believe me at first as my dad was a very well liked man to all that knew him..he had his own business and went out of his way on a daily bases to help other..So yes you never know what goes on behind close doors
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 7, 2014
Thank you Darkhorse for you lovely comments..great to see a few more Irish on here cheers
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 7, 2014
Hi Joseph.. I guess we all have a few memories that we dont wont to revisit but in order to appreciate what we now have it is good that we do..thanks mate
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 7, 2014
Hi Girlygirl.. Speechless??? I will take that as a complement.. Thank you
Girlygirl196349Fullerton, California USAMay 7, 2014
Yes most defently a comment beautiful sad but a mother will forever will love her children I'm sorry about your father
Girlygirl196349Fullerton, California USAMay 7, 2014
Oops typo yes I'm sening you a big compliment on your sad but yet beautiful poem
Powerful write and moving. I don't get it myself though although I know its there and have seen it. I think it takes a piece of society away with each bruise. Well done and regards.
She does nothing to deserve this He looks at her cause he wants to observe it But we sit back just like they taught us We keep quiet like they taught us He just wants, he wants to prove it She does nothing to remove it We don't want anyone to mind us So we play the roles that they assigned us She does nothing to conceal it He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it We blame her for being there But we are all here And we're all... guilty
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 19, 2014
Thanks again Girlygirl.. The only demons my dad had was whisky he was a great soul with out it..I have so many good memories of him that I call on more often..He was a teetotaler when they first wed and he didnt take his first drink until he was in his early thirties..He was 20 years sober before he died and believe it or not my mum was lost with out him when he passed..Thats a poem for another day I guess..
edollyOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJun 7, 2014
Thank you 9701 for taking the time to leave a commentI apologize for the slow response
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Probably standard practice
in many homes of the time !
A toast to mothers.......
Mick.
I remember one day walking to school when I picked up the courage and told my best friend what went on in our house..she wouldnt believe me at first as my dad was a very well liked man to all that knew him..he had his own business and went out of his way on a daily bases to help other..So yes you never know what goes on behind close doors
I guess we all have a few memories that we dont wont to revisit but in order to appreciate what we now have it is good that we do..thanks mate
Speechless??? I will take that as a complement..
Thank you
She does nothing to deserve this
He looks at her cause he wants to observe it
But we sit back just like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants, he wants to prove it
She does nothing to remove it
We don't want anyone to mind us
So we play the roles that they assigned us
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
But we are all here
And we're all... guilty
The only demons my dad had was whisky he was a great soul with out it..I have so many good memories of him that I call on more often..He was a teetotaler when they first wed and he didnt take his first drink until he was in his early thirties..He was 20 years sober before he died and believe it or not my mum was lost with out him when he passed..Thats a poem for another day I guess..