TO MY LONG DEAD MOTHER

How dark and long the night
Growing up in the care
Of you, my mother
Unstable and violent
With fists as fast as your hair-trigger temper
I was very young when I learned to take a punch
And fly across a room with the best of them

But you taught me to read before I started school
And you read Dickens to me for hours
Igniting my love of words and stories
But even then
The storm could crash at any time
"What a quiet, well-behaved little boy.
Isn't he shy?"

But the worst thing you ever did to me
You told a lie as big as the moon
You said that my real father, the gypsy
Was dead
When I met him, in my teens
The world lurched slightly
And never went back to normal
And the worst thing is
I was still too scared to call you a liar

         By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Gee]

Such a sad write.As kids we are pretty much like pets,loving those in charge of us unconditionally.It is only with age and hindsight that we realise how wrong some things/acts are.I enjoyed this piece very much Phil.

[Phil Roberts]

thank you. I'm glad you liked it :)