A Mothers Epitaph

A Mothers Epitaph As I listen to the dirges drifting by in gentle strains I'm carried back to childhood I am now a child again. A hand is on my shoulder I am by my mother's side But I know it's only make-believe for my mother cast us by. now your day of judgement has finally come. I will never get to ask you, just one question, Why. You battered us you bruised us every day you mentally abused us, but even worse than that, you let our own father use us. I wonder if you ever knew the word Filicide. Or counted the times you knocked my head from side to side. Now as I stand here one last time by you side, I shall shed no tears for the mother who never knew me, like a pane of glass, you just saw through me.