A mother tears- Happy Mother day.
(My mother in 1959)
“Happy Mother day. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a million stories of what life is.”
A mother tears…
She was a beauty.
My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height.
She was a slim young lady with dreams and hope and
she didn’t listen to her parent.
She marry a man with rage and hate as his strength.
No-one would hear her cries or scream for help,
no-one would see the bruises and mental abuse given.
My step-father rarely hit her where the bruises could be seen.
He has a smile and good nature till he drank and hated everyone.
Step-father blamed the world for his screw-up life.
He told me he never had a fair chance.
His anger could not be controlled.
Wars and life left him pissed off and hateful.
I remember trying to help my mother.
I was 4 or 5 years old and try to separate and protect her.
He tossed me across the room.
She would try to fight back and
I could hear her cries as he hit her.
He was too powerful.
I was afraid even as a child he would kill her.
One evening a 23 year woman with two kids boarded
a Greyhound bus and they went to New Mexico.
She hid there doing waitress work for cash money.
We didn’t come back to Michigan for many years.
Step-father marry again and abused more woman.
I learn never to hit a woman the hard way.
Back then woman didn’t have safe houses.
Today I pray we don’t allow fear and abuse to be hidden.
Woman and children need safe houses and protection…