Before I Was Born

I'd like to imagine, a time before I was born, life for my parents was breezy, going out with each other, exploring the world, living a care free, just living it easy. My Dad being a romantic, all the things he would do, to entice my Mothers affections, all the things you do when you woo. So happy they would have been, passionately living there life, but this is only a dream, I know what happened in real life. My Dad was a beaten severely as a child, giving away in his teens, again he suffered by the hands of someone else, who could never control themselves. When he was right he was wrong, when he was wrong he was wronger, there nothing he could do to avoid it all, in the end he too had a violent hand. My Mother came form a broken home, her brothers and sisters she had to help raise, all because her mother found someone else, and decided to run away. Before her Mother left, she was really strict, in which she'd beat her badly, with a washing stick, then being sexually abused, which added to her fuse, an angry women she turned into too. Maybe they were destined by fate, to meet each other on that day, that instant attraction, lead to one night of passion, and at 15 she gave birth to me. M.Mahauariki © 2012