Some Sort of Closure

Mother cried wet silvery tears today.
‘All is lost’, she’d say,
as she washed the dirt from her face.
The earth was removed with harsh action and water carried it away.
Sorrowful, thought I of her words, life had changed since Fathers death,
but it was other thoughts that she hid behind her words.
Smile crease her face,
and leaving the sink the water falls and goes to waste.
Stroking damp hair from her eyes and leaving it damp,
‘Tramp!’, Father would have had to shout.
Order needed, but orders out
He has gone, rule removed,
freedom given to Mother’s wounds that slowly heal.
Tears of joy or of pain,
I truly couldn’t care,
and with damp hair and ironed clothing
she walks out to the storm and rain.
Times change fast,
and rules sometimes never last.
Fathers dislike of change;
roaring, complaining, the storm does rage
with a mighty strength.
Mother laughs aloud,
Mother laugh allowed
beneath the anger burning clouds.
See Father you may shout,
but Mother shows your rules are out.
Roaring laughter back to the storm, Mother laughs until the early hours
and when the time is late,
the thunderous storm does dissipate.
The scene removed, the blanket gone.
Now, wild storm, Mother. Wild storm, you’re the one.

Some Sort of Closure


Joined November 2009

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A Mother takes back her freedom from an overbearing husband. The child narrates. If it is a time for sorrow, why do they both feel so happy.

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