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.
Copyright © Christopher Emerson | Year Posted 2016
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