Letter #2 In An Ongoing Series
A Father’s Day Reflection…
“She kept going into those buildings with flashing lights
for hours, even thought she would never win those games she
played, she went every day”
Well, after my visit I went back
home and as usual we began moving
around from town to town,
schools had rules and I had to relearn
each one.
I got into trouble Daddy, when I came
back, I started chasing around, doing
stupid things that you can only do in a
mining town, with gambling, bars and
fights.
Those evil men did things to me that
were not right. Many times I was up all
night. Often there was no food.
Sometimes if I was lucky a can of Dinty
Moore Stew would do.
I’m so glad you didn’t know this, your heart
would have been broken in two, for all
your child went through.
But I wouldn’t be honest if I denied my
anger. Where were you when I needed
protection from danger?
But Daddy, you would have been proud
of me, I learned to survive.
It is amazing what children can do
when they try. I tried many things to
protect myself.
They were not the smart thing to do,
but it was all I knew.
I developed a set of rules to deal with
the craziness of things. I somehow got
through the years but there were many
tears.
I had difficulties with Mama. She was
unbearable to live with and I wanted
out of the trauma.
She kept going into those buildings with
flashing lights for hours. I stared in the
windows waiting for her to come out,
but she would never win those games
she played, even though she would go
every day.
I thought the way was to get married at
sixteen, and before you knew it I had
two babies living in a mining town.
But I knew in my heart I would never
raise them like me.
Well, this is pretty long and you have
bent your ear to hear this story.
You know Daddy, I really appreciate you
listening now, since you didn’t hear or
see me when I was a child.
Oh, and one thing I forgot to mention,
there will be mistakes in these letters,
since they are written from a little girl’s
heart,
even though I’m a grown up now.
I know you loved me Daddy, you just didn’t
know what to do, your illness kept us apart.
Well, I will visit you again soon, I have much
more to say to you!- Read more at: www.donnaspoetry.com
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