Showing posts with label step-father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label step-father. Show all posts

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Elders and Elms


Officially adopted at the age of 38
by the man married to my mother.
The man's mother and father
put me to work on their ranch
over the summer breaks 
from school.

My mother was a strong woman,
I knew this
even though she worked in an office.
Until I turned thirteen
the man had never been afraid
of losing control
of a woman.

I remember the fear in his eyes.
He slapped me across the face.
I laughed and the man's eyes changed,
forever.

When I mentioned this occasion
to the man's mother,
she slapped me too. It felt the same.
This must have been touching to them,
genetically.
When she died, 
her husband, the man's father
molested me before the funeral.

Still-I lie there-

Since we were not family,
the father died a happy man.
Instead of bears, I take secrets to bed. 
My mother was not as strong as I thought. 


Painting by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Parental Guidance Not Suggested


My grandmother told me
                            smoking leads to
                            heroin
I asked if that's how Wonder Woman got her strength.
She told me, women don't do the saving.

My grandfather used to say
                           you must make time,
                           for killing time,
since time flies, times a wastin', times are a changin',
and time heals
all of the time.

My mother said she wouldn't leave
                            the house without
                            her face on.
I asked if she lost her mask.
She told me there are no second impressions.

My stepfather warned me not to follow
                             in his footsteps.
                             They left no impressions
anyway he was right.

My father, I met once.
He said he wasn't sorry.
I never asked, I said.



Image By CBS Television (eBay item Photograph: front and back) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


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