reflections
March 31st, 2011 poem – dear ol’ mother

You made the bed he forced me to sleep in
The freshly wind blown sheets that were filled
with the pure air of outside
That soon were stained with the shame and guilt
that can never be cleaned
The soft and gentle cloud like feel
of the pillows in there cases
That silenced the screams of pain and agony
that will never be silent
The hand made quilts that were passed on
from mother to their duaghters
That covered the daughter passed on
to her father by her mother
I laid in your place in the bed
where I was made and took your positions
All those incestuous nights
I was your child and I was your escape
Now no longer a child and no longer your daughter
Lay in the bed you have made for yourself dear mother

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