Jean Murray Poet Couplet

Mother

Mother suffered most in the late night brawls.
We peeped through cracks in timber walls.

Plates smashed as in movies, with shouts galore.
Us caught up in the frenzy we could not ignore.

Mother suffered most at the hands of gin,
whiskey and brandy, how could she win?

Trying to smash bottles that had been hidden.
Suffering drunken blows that came unbidden.

Mother suffered most we can't deny, but
we children carry scars from those days gone by.

26/02/2018

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Funom Makama April 28, 2018 at 8:05 AM This is lovely and incredible. Your pen overflow with creativity and wisdom. Wishing to read more of your works... Jean Murray April 28, 2018 at 8:39 AM Fanum, so nice to see you again. I have slowed down a lot with what I produce. Perhaps because I am finally over my X husband. That, and my chronic lack of poetic confidence.

Subhas Chandra Chakra March 9, 2018 at 12:20 PM What a painful story in the form of such a tiny and nicely penned poem. Thanks for the sharing. Jean Murray March 9, 2018 at 12:35 PM And thank you Subhas for taking the time to comment.

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2018 at 5:34 PM just read the note you left me about your brother. SO strange how some sweet people can turn ugly when drunk.

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2018 at 3:30 PM I see down here that you knew abuse. it's a horrible thing!! Jean Murray February 28, 2018 at 4:04 AM Good morning Andrea. I wished that the deep emotional bruises could be visible somehow to the naked eye. To me, the pain was worse than physical. At least then I could have fought back, as my mother did.

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2018 at 3:30 PM This is very sad, especially if it's your own story, Jean. The father of my stepfather was very cruel when he got drunk. The few times i stayed the night at his house, I felt so sorry for his wife! WEll done with the theme! Jean Murray February 28, 2018 at 4:09 AM Funny you should say that Andrea. The only one of seven of us who occasionally will drink too much is our lonesome youngest brother. The nicest mild mannered person turns into someone looking for a brawl in a bar. Repressed rage I guess.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 27, 2018 at 12:48 PM - This poem describes true pain and emotions, well written Jean - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:06 PM Thank you Sunshine.

Connie Marcum Wong February 27, 2018 at 12:51 AM It is so difficult to live with this disease. I can relate Jean. Your poem is poignantly written with the message of how terribly it can affect our children. Excellent! A fave my friend! xxoo Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:48 AM Thank you Connnie.

Arturo Michael February 26, 2018 at 8:05 PM Your poem bleeds the truth... and all I can say is how selfless that woman was...as much for him as for you... All the best Jean Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:48 AM Thank you Arturo. She was amazing.

Ilene Bauer February 26, 2018 at 7:32 PM so well written, jean! a very powerful poem with a great ending (sad that it is)... Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:34 AM Thank you Ilene.

Richard Lamoureux February 26, 2018 at 6:46 PM Sadly I can relate to this piece. I'm sorry this is a part of your past. I hope you found a man worthy of your love and much different than your dad. Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:33 AM My Dad was physically abusive. My husband was emotionally abusive. I live in hope Richard.

Tim Smith February 26, 2018 at 4:50 PM So sad dearest. My father was that way but only once I witnessed the drunken fight. Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:26 AM It was sad Tim.

Vijay Pandit February 26, 2018 at 4:22 PM The ending you wrote got me the most, but the entire poem tugs the heart. Your simple words speak of reality for many.. so true..not just the mother but the entire family suffers. Excellent depiction, Jean! Jean Murray February 27, 2018 at 1:21 AM Thank you Vijay and thankfully history did not repeat.