The Deceitful Child

All of my children did come home One at a time, almost like a metronome. It made me happy, as I felt needed Yet, when they wanted advice it was never heeded. I love them all with my entire being, Yet, not long it felt like they were fleeing. They are now adults with lives of their own However, for their past, some refused to let me atone. My youngest one always acted entitled, Then when he started working he made me feel vital. Then one by one, as their lives moved on, it seemed they forgot about me. Only on holidays or my birthdays did they act around me with glee. Once festivities were at an end they found a reason to flee They always seemed to prove my fear that they were there out of duty. Then my youngest started calling me every day to say I love you I started thinking I was forgiven for all he had gone through. I was soon to learn how wrong I was As he started rumors, making a buzz. And soon most believed these rumors so heinous He was showing everyone he was a Janus. Somehow the others believed him It left me feeling my future with my kids was grim. Then one son came to me to talk about my actions Talking to me and making it look like we were doing transactions. Yet, he was telling me the things my youngest had said Then he gave me an ultimatum that led me to feel as if my heart had bled. The very next day, I woke up to a message from my other mother Another lie told by my youngest made me feel like he wanted to separate me from his brother. Now that son and daughter will not returns text or a call Making me think they believe the lies one and all. All because I was tired of my youngest using me Threatening me that in my life he no longer would be. All because I told him until he could talk to the respect I deserve Somehow my telling him this must have struck a nerve. Now he is trying to turn all his siblings against me Using lies and my fears in order for me to beg and plea. There are two he cannot turn Oh, how it must make him burn. He is not being an adult, but a deceitful child. I am praying my other two can help me get reconciled To the two who believed their younger brother And have them understand what is going on with their mother. Until that time comes, I sit here and wait I have to leave this all to God and to fate. © Kristy De La Keur Scoville