Elegy For My Stepfather
You took her
From all of us
You got the blame
You never understood us
You ignored us
She loved you
She then ignored us too
You created a sort of destruction
In the hearts of us
Indirectly
You caused the creation of fear
A fear of abandonment
A fear of alcohol
A fear of our own mother
A fear for our own mother
A fear of her destroying herself
Just as you had
You were a creationist
You were an artist
You were the sculptor of the
Dent in the wall
And the musician of the
Noise upstairs
I never had much of an appreciation of your work
But asked by the only woman capable of loving you
To create something of the memory of you
I create something too
I string letters together
To create words
I piece those words together
To create statements
And with these statements I say the only thing on my mind
Since your heart of cruel origins stopped beating
Thank God you're not here
To create anymore.
Copyright © Heather Crosby | Year Posted 2015
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