Purifying

Woman, I heard you crying whimpering like an abandoned puppy behind the bedroom door and my compassionate heart broke in two. The mighty hands that had inflicted chronic pain now distorted arthritic, useless disabled weapons ...lifeless duds, yet throbbing mercilessly. Knuckles swollen as big as macadamia nuts, fingers warped like barbwire, no ass whipping no pinching of flesh no goose-eggs today. I watched your mouth twist in agony no words could come out no chastisement, no derogatory remarks for my little ears today. Just look at the deeply furrowed brow... So pitiful, so wretched tell me, did those tears burn like acid down those bitter, cold cheeks? I take no pleasure in your affliction but, woman man-up, sister and I bore the daily, horrid brunt of your despicable miserable life. And please, please, I plead don't beg for the doctors! let us heal just for one day let us experience being happy children just for one day, we all know this arthritic pain is bloody temporary and, unfortunate for sis and I, hell's door is weld shut.