Rev. Catherine Cassell Poet Rhyme

My Kind of Store

My kind of Store

The big fancy door
Opened up into a whimsical store.

Things I haven’t seen before.
Things my Mother would deplore.

My eye caught something I wore,
I found it to be a bore.

I walked through and continued to explore.
Things Mom would like, I chose to ignore.

I will sneak them in my drawer,
I really don’t care anymore.

I will never be like her, I swore.
I will be listening to her nag no more.

Trying to get along is such a chore,
One I have begun to deplore.

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Kim Rodrigues June 23, 2023 at 6:05 AM So hard to have a mother that hurt you so. My mom’s hurts were so rare but they hurt to the core of my very being, but she loved me so and apologized profusely. May God comfort you with even a mother’s love and perhaps you will find a godmother that can be trusted. Love ya! Rev. Catherine Cassell June 23, 2023 at 8:01 AM Thank you for your kind words. I just completed my autobiography "Gracefully Broken" That is a journey of abuse and traume that ends with glorifying God.