Family Feud
I was eight when she first talked about her mother,
Thought she was raised and bred by only her father.
I had known her father since I was an infant,
Thought while growing up, mother was recalcitrant,
I couldn’t ask questions before she departed,
‘Twas later I knew she had had her depleted.
I knew she had taken her off her memory,
‘Twas her older sister who told me the story.
I was told that their mother had abandoned them,
Taken off to explore and lace her garment's helm.
I was told she faced her work burying motherhood,
This in the end took its toll on her and her mood.
August 27, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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