She Should Have Raised Axe Murderers

She was the kind of mother 
who should have raised axe murderers and serial killers.
Harsh, bitter, angry, with six touches of meanness 
and a horrible sounding whipping belt that she loved to snap

However, she raised two unhappy children who became notoriously successful.
After they escaped at eighteen, never to return. 
Realizing life is different outside the house on Wilmore Drive.
Understanding that all people are not bitter, angry, depressed and mentally ill.

Their mother’s angry techniques of discipline, inflicted with diabolical glee
Was never inflicted upon any of their children,
Two girls and three boys who never knew their grandmother
or endured parenting skills that rivaled those of Mommy Dearest.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Laurie Avatar
November 28, 2020 at 7:58 PM
Hello Caren … a sad reflection on society. Children deserve to be loved and given trust and affection otherwise they too may treat their children the same. Thank you Caren - Lindsay
Krutsinger Avatar
November 28, 2020 at 8:02 PM
Thank you so much Lindsay.
Hawkins Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 7:54 PM
Oh Dear, as much as I hope this is not your story, it is so poignant and heartfelt, I feel it must be. Not all people with a mental illness are cruel. Where was the father..... Why weren't other people made aware of this appalling state of affairs. Your poems show what a caring lovely person you are. Writing poetry is very therapeutic for people that have suffered trauma or bad experiences in their lives. Thank God for the gift to be able to do this. Take care.....Shirley
Krutsinger Avatar
November 28, 2020 at 2:22 AM
Thank you Shirley; it is totally my story. I remember having welts up and down my legs from this wonderful belt, and I am sure the scars are still there. For when my mother got ahold of it, she was usually pretty angry, and went crazy with it. It is something that "good Christians" use, thus, sometimes, I have a real problem with the word Christian. I could go on for days about it. Because every child I have ever counseled who COULD NOT STOP being out of control or COULD NOT STOP sobbing or SCREAMING was beaten by a belt. Every single one. EVERY SINGLE one. I will not go here often, but once I am here, I can go nowhere else for the memories are pretty bad.
Dietrich Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 6:52 PM
oh wow, I see you based it on your own story. You are incredible to have changed history and not become that way yourself, dear.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 7:17 PM
Thank you Andrea.
Dietrich Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 6:51 PM
Is this a true story, Caren. It would be incredible to know it could happen this way. So many kids go bad for this kind of parenting. I really like this.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 7:17 PM
Thank you Andrea. I was the one who broke the chain.
One Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 1:09 PM
I am so sorry you had to go through that... No child you have to suffer this way.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 7:19 PM
I have met several children who are enraged. Every single one of them has been whipped with a belt. I keep thinking I will find the exception but so far I never have. What people need to know is that rage hides sadness.
Kavanagh  Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 8:30 AM
It’s a strange truth you pointed out here Caren, some of the best people I know had terrible parents, it’s like payback for the suffering they went through, never to put their own children or indeed anyone through the same experience, another great poem, keep em coming cheers David
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 12:09 PM
Thank you David.
One Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 7:32 AM
Great storytelling Caren, I wonder if you saw this on TV and was inspired...
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 12:10 PM
I was inspired by my own experiences, actually. My mother LOVED using the belt on me, and I have never forgotten that. She had a wonderful side too, but that side is something I have never truly forgotten. The saddest children I see today are the ones who are still being beaten by a belt.
Rose  Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 3:58 AM
Sometimes the best act of defense is run and heal, I did it too, don't feel bad, I am proud of the children I helped raise, God is good and those wounds do eventually heal when we come to realize, they made us who we are, and we would not have been so sensitive and aware if they didn't make us so. I am glad you opened your heart, only a poet like you can do that and make me realize how important we are to each other . Thank you dear friend xo
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 12:11 PM
Thank you so much Pixie Dust. When some feelings cannot be tamped down, they pop onto a page as a poem, and help heal me a little bit. This was one.
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