Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Understanding Me

Walk with me, my sister
I’ll tell you what I see
I’m holding the hand of my Mommy
Except she’s only 2 ½ yrs older than me

Don’t get me wrong, she’s brave
She had to tie chisels to her lace
Trade in pink and lavender
For the blue and black covering her face

They took her vanity fair
Where she used to sit and drink in her beauty
They gave her a toddler body to lug around
I became her undesired duty.

Written by Trudy Schrader December 2007

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Carl Fraser November 25, 2014 at 8:55 PM Hi Trudy, I understand perfectly the suffering you and your sister went through. I found writing poetry from an earl age was therapy for me. my heart goes out to you. blessings Carl Trudy Schrader November 26, 2014 at 8:55 AM Thank you Carl. It took 23 years to heal from the abuse, but I am completely restored, at peace and am enjoying the time I get to spend with my family. Poetry was my best friend. But now, it has found a more suitable place in my life...companion. The journey has taught me the difference. Have wonderful holidays.

Trudy Schrader February 28, 2011 at 6:12 PM Thank you for the encouraging words. Abuse is such a hard one to tackle. My older sister was my protector. We looked out for each other. I am so thankful for all she saved me from and her presence in my life.

Ryan Wegenast February 28, 2011 at 5:50 PM A great look at responsibility , thanks for sharing.

Dr.Ram Mehta February 28, 2011 at 5:42 PM beautiful piece of a poem, quite poetic, Trudy. there is a good poet hidden in the poem,