BUT IN TEARS SHE ALWAYS HAD TO LEAVE”
A Continuing Wanderlust Story
…Sporadic visits from time
To time with her father, always
Ends with heart wrenching
Departures
Praying she will not be sent
Away, that her stay can be
Delayed for awhile anyway
He becomes ill, the boy and
Girl are called to his side, as
He gasps for breath, thinking
This will surely be his last
The seconds go by, seems like
Minutes, then he breathes
One more time
He is dying in agony and pain
That alcohol brings
It started with one, beer then
Whiskey and highballs
There is no cure all for this
Tears come as she returned
Home, never to have her father
Back again
~~~
It is a cruel fate, for a mother
Who knew no better,
Languishing upon her bed in
A cancerous state
A body eaten by a sinister disease
Leaves a ravaged body instead
She wails like the sound of a
Stricken bird
Lips are swabbed with a cloth,
Retching in the pan placed
Below her head
The girl bathes her broken body
Hoping her mother will be spared
And soon be taken away
Felines stalk the room with cries
Clawing curtains, scratching at
The door, sensing her eminent
Death
Mother reaches to her daughter
Arms outstretched, then
One more breath she dies
The girl is in shock and suddenly
Struck with anger, she had had
With her mother
And this is how her parents
Departed leaving their legacy
Behind
But by the grace of God these
Children were saved, from following
A Life like theirs
There is placed within her
Heart a desire to turn from her
Mother’s ways…
~~~~
Mama came home one day with
A book,
The girl tried to read it, but it
Made no sense and she placed it
On a shelf…
Then a greater desire than ever
Filled her heart, and slowly it is
Filled with devotion and piety
No more bad words, no sleeveless
Dress, no more lipstick and eye
Shadow, caused the worse duress
Her lips and eyes have always
Hidden what is inside
The holes bored for earrings skin
Filled in, hair is straight no more
Curls
No more dangles, bangles
Diamonds or anything
Her altered face erased from
The world…
Still sitting, covered with dust
She is convicted to take the
Book off the shelf
Beginning to read the Word
Hope begins to dispel her doubt…
To be continued
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