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Remnants of Ma

I really didn’t know my mother I knew her moods But, I didn’t know her And I really don’t think she knew her children She knew our names...mostly But, she didn’t know us I know my mother loved singing I heard my mother sing "How much is that doggie in the window” And One of my favorites "Charming Billy" I know she liked to cook I know she read The Godfather and Valley Of The Dolls I know she liked having a party I know family holidays STRESSED her out I know she had many friends I know she drank a lot I know she went out a lot I know she drank and went out a lot with her many friends I know she had many blackouts I know she could go from very pleasant to wicked mean, instantly, especially when drinking I know that she hated my father I think she hated my father for not doing what needed to be done to make it all work out I think maybe she resented her sons for being his sons I know my mother was brutalized by her father I know my mothers father followed my mother wherever she went as a teen because he didn’t trust her I know my mothers father called her terrible names that a father should not call a daughter I know that my mother married an alcoholic who gambled too much and beat her for his own sins I wish I knew other things instead of these things about my mother But... I know my mother would have liked me to remember other things too...

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Date: 12/10/2018 8:16:00 PM
This is such a terrifically heart-felt missive, I feel like I have peeked into your heart, and your mother's. It is not often that a poem does that for me. It is a WOW for me in every single way, my friend. WoW! I cannot stop saying WOW!
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Bill Maceachern
Date: 12/10/2018 9:09:00 PM
Thank you so much Caren, it’s the cycle passed on and on, some links break free and thrive more than others. My Ma died at 46, I went to wake her and couldn’t. I was 19 at the time, had the funeral, i whispered to my mothers sister that I was going to quit drinking.... I went on a year long binge instead, ending with my arrest for Drunk Driving. I stayed sober for 5 years, then let my guard down, this went back & forth throughout my life, I’ve been sober for 7 years now... Yes, I know my mother didn’t want what she got or gave.
Date: 11/25/2018 3:45:00 PM
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