Catherine Labeau Poet Blank verse

My Mother

on her last days of cruelty my mother asked me to get a gun stash in a closet
to help the way out of suffering and I a coward not wanting to finish the rest of my life in jail talked to the doctor to provide her with morphine.
he told me can not do that it may accelerate her departure.
but you told me she was terminal a matter of hours or days and why the agony.
make it peaceful religious bastard as she never pretended to wear your cross.
an atheist she was a good person always there to give an hand and you wash yours.
you lost me there as baptized on the insist of a religious father who had no hesitation
to abandon his brood with no loaf of bread and for sure no fish multiplying except with his new wife. may be I sing a tune to the wrong crowd but can you blame me as I was never put on earth to hurt any one but sure got my share of blows

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Richard Lamoureux October 15, 2015 at 8:52 AM A sad commentary on the deficits and fragility of humanity. It also speaks to our resiliency. Humans are a perplexing lot. Catherine Labeau October 17, 2015 at 4:13 PM and a rabbit I scurry in my hole to escape the predators or call it a date for future reading Catherine Labeau October 17, 2015 at 1:00 PM not so sad as I am here. telling stories. she was a strong women making mistakes. to err is human i was told.

Matthew Anish October 14, 2015 at 12:19 PM This a very sad and disturbing write. I hope it is fiction- it is very powerful. Peace & Love Matthew Anish Catherine Labeau October 14, 2015 at 12:41 PM no fiction here as I used the same gun to shoot myself trying to escape abuse to no avail