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Pressed Into Faith

I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man.
When my parents were having words,
my father would give my mother the back of his hand.
But it’s not with her husband my mother wanted to fight.
She knew, he was listening to his mother
who always thought she was right?
I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man.
But I don’t know, backhanding my mother
may not have been part of my grandmother plan.
But what happen the next time, 
made me my mother’s number one fan.
Now I was too young to witness this.
My mother told me about its years later.
She even showed me the clipping from the newspaper.
She was ironing his shirts for work one day
and they were having words their same old way.
He turned to backhand her like he would usually do.
But she grabbed his hand before he could follow through.
She...  Ironed a wrinkle on his shoulder
and another one on his chest,
manage to get his mid-section as he hollered and professed.
He tried to get away, but stumbled and fell.
It’s a good thing he found religion, because he sure caught hell.
The police were called, and a newspaper reporter made it there too.
She explained to them both, in defending herself.
She did what a woman in her position had to do.
I had to kick his behined and his ego too!
oh, and he’s going to need some help removing my shoe.
I changed my husband’s attitude with an iron,
He is not a man!  No husband of mine!
And that’s why I put my foot where the sun doesn’t shine.

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/29/2019 9:30:00 AM

This made me laugh! I hope dad was transformed by his new found faith. My mom once hit my dad over the head with a large porcelain crucifix. It knocked him out and he never ever said a word about it. Unfortunately it didn’t stop the abuse.

Robert Kinard
Date: 11/29/2019 10:04:00 AM

My Grandmother and my Aunt move in down the street from me. when I told my mother that I found my Grandmother my father's Mom and Sis, That's when she told me the story Thanks for the read.