![]() A mother tears.A Poem by Coyote Poetry![]() 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. 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 Author![]() Coyote 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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