Rear Rub
There comes a time when we all begin
to challenge the authority above.
Whilst we may know that we committed a sin
they still discipline us because of their love.
I remember just such a time
when Mom was the challengee and I was the challenger.
It was freezing and to be outside was a crime
yet, when she wasn't looking, I secreted myself out the door.
Of course the S_ _ _ hit the fan
as she saw me bundled up out there.
Window raised she called out, "DAN!"
enough to give me a scare.
In those days the timeout was nonexistent
and the corporal would be felt.
But the length and means of its extent
I would only know as she wielded that belt.
Like a windmill turning in great arcs afield
my little frame seemed to go.
Trying to get away from that swatting wield
was all I wanted to know!
"YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER!"
was all that I could say.
Hoping against hope that she wouldn't tell father
when he came home at the end of his day.
This is one of the darkest memories
that I've had since I was about four.
Sometimes I think about those strokes that stung like bees
because I had sneaked out that door.
Yet, it was a mother's love for me
that prompted her disciple so severe.
As I have grown older the why I could see...
and sometimes still rub my rear!
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