A mother tears.A Poem by Coyote PoetryHappy 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. 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. 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 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. Coyote December © 2011 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on May 8, 2011Last Updated on May 8, 2011 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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