Encroached Upon
For three years our relationship flourishes rich in happiness and love.
One child born another on the way a woman with her soul mate.
On a beautiful day in September, he came from work with a chip on his shoulder.
Voices rose and he called her a w*o*e.
Where did this come from?
The verbal abuse became his endless dementia.
He was afraid to hit her.
He was profane; therefore, she became defensive.
This particular occurrence she won.
He calls her an unfit mom.
She told him he was that not her.
He did for his sister’s children more than he did for his own.
As life prevails, he did things that were not real.
This is your family as well.
A long story poem short…
He is now dead [!].
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