Dual Failings
The sins of the father
Are visited upon the son
But the failings of the mother
Come calling as well.
I hear the blows land
From down the hallway
Helpless to intervene
Powerless to prevent them.
One decision from the past
Haunts everyday.
Reiterating my dual failings
As both a mother and a daughter.
Copyright © Denee Swearingin | Year Posted 2010
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