She wed her piano teacher
she: starry eyed romantic, dreaming of children
laughter, holidays, aromas rising from the kitchen,
constant cheer, noise, hide and seek, changing diapers.
Cocktail parties for his rising star, cocktails for her
in the kitchen impaired, bitter, vitriolic.
Late, the last baby, afterthought or salvation
Amidst recriminations, anger for him and infidelities
Women coddled him, men he fucked
Home to screams of drunk wife and baby girl,
Sons pounding each other, other daughter jealousy green.
Baby daughter smiled always, mostly,
Fearing though the vicious mother temper
One word yielded spankings, one wrong turn more,
Child she was never bad, just curious, seeking, observing =
spanked, but not by philandering, adoring dad.
Too young she became fatherless
The mother’s temper calmed, bitterness never
Anger ruptured over all things, grudges grew
Daughter tried to mollify the feelings,
learning inward growth,
smiling alone, being alone, understanding alone.
Alone no one hurt you.
end 9/5/2016
S. Darlington
You are not alone. Not anymore. You have protected the best part of yourself. Thank you for sharing the real, the wonderful you.
wow! beautiful! such words made my eyes wet! thank you for writing. 🙂
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