Winter of Deception

The eddy pulls hard against my torso
panic rises and surfaces, my vsion starts to zigzag
I swim harder in the strong currents of confusion

How did my life become a battle
My father once seemed to love all his children
Now where is the love?
We have to be the dictator to prevent suicide/murder
Begrudgingly he submits to the will of the family
Unforgiving, ungrateful, rebellious
time has the last laugh, my son shouts
I hate you, I never loved you, you are so mean!!
My father shouts, you don't love me, you just want my stuff
You are so selfish!
Tears fall....A heart breaks!

Will this trial end?

Mother says, my daughter has not been to see me in so long, I want to see my baby.
Mom I am here, I was here yesterday! I brought you food! don't you remember?

Life cycles around the eddy, swirls and swirls with no end...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Mcneil Avatar
October 26, 2010 at 6:27 AM
Wow, it has a capital letter at the beginning...... But woW beautifull. Ryan
Sweetheart Avatar
October 20, 2010 at 7:11 AM
thankxxx Doris for your always cute comments especially this morning luv.. enjoyed an uplifting comment today..luv..thankxxx.. and hope all is well luv..
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October 19, 2010 at 6:18 AM
I'm sorry for you and the family. Thank's for reading and commenting on my poem.
Locksley Avatar
October 18, 2010 at 8:33 PM
This situation must be really tough for your family. Sorry you are going through this, Doris. Thanks for your kind comments. Best to you --Diane
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October 18, 2010 at 8:00 PM
Hi, Doris. Thanks for explaining the situation. Still it must be hard for you. I'm doing okay. Hope things get better for your family. Love, Carolyn
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October 18, 2010 at 8:57 AM
Oh, Doris, this is so sad. Now my heart is breaking for you. I'm so sorry your mother can't remember you, dear. Karen O'Leary went through this with her father and I know it must be very difficult. A new favorite poem for me. Love, Carolyn
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October 18, 2010 at 12:22 AM
very emotional this Doris, i don't think the trial ever ends, i guess we hve to just manage the best we can, excellent poem though. Harry
Sweetheart Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 9:04 PM
A wonderful write Doris and thankxxx for answering my questions yesterday luv.. this is very touching and very heartfelt luv.. when trials come.. break throughs are right behind them.. hang in there my friend.. enjoyed tonight..with luv.
Wilson Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 7:52 PM
.this is sad but so true to life ..have alzheimers affecting my family also.. take care~Deb
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October 17, 2010 at 7:23 PM
Smile ~ This is one of the most amazingly profound poes of "Your Beauties" which I have viewed "Dear, 'Lovely & Precious Doris Culverhouse!!!'" ~ I hope that "You" are doing well dear &, that these moments are fictional creative writing but if not then, that they shall correct themselves about that eddy soon I pray ~ "My Love & Warmth to 'You Always' &, All You Love," John! ~ Smile, "Sweet Dreams;" Bye!:) ~
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October 17, 2010 at 6:13 PM
Thank you Doris Bless your heart and your family! Very truly touching write! Peter K.
Benkhen Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 3:31 PM
I'm sorry for the turmoil. I hope life sorts itself out...if it ever does.
Mehta Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 3:13 PM
That is the sweet complain every mother would make for love's sake, and that is life, very introspective thoughts, Doris
Hilliker Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 12:46 PM
God bless you and yours during this tough time, Doris.
Kendrick Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 12:42 PM
Well, I don't know if this is about your in-laws or just using recent happenings mixed with what has happened in our families with the alzheimers robbing some of who they are...I am glad that you wrote this one for we all need to be reminded that this demon spirit of alzheimers can hit any home..Mom
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