A LOVING MOTHER

I see you living on the streets
But for a loving mother there I'd be
But Mom survived took care of me
Her mother's boyfriend wanted children gone
So taken to orphanages she'd belong
Brother never forgot her in "Boys town".
Old enough he came and brought her home
Step Grandfather when he found out
Left her children in orphanages
Never had children of his own had clout
He brought Mom home we lived under his roof
Mom's sad life married a man of alcohol
Suffered alone the shame not known to all
At the very moment the decision to abort me
She stood up to dad another abortion would not be
In her sad day she said no and I was born
She fought the pain of an evil man wearing a horn
We lived in a house with little heat plywood windows
No personal sacrifice would Mom not make
Through the heart that evil man would drive the stake
Mom died in pain at the tender age of fifty four
That she raised me to the man I am I cannot ignore
Yes it is a better like I and my children live today
But memories of poverty and pain I relive each day
The nine hundred square foot boarded home learned to play
No amount of new found comforts takes the memories away
Of the sacrifices you made for me that day
And that evil man beat you to let me live
Every baby born in this world has something good to give

These are things kept secret from me. Told to me second hand.
It was not a day of easy abortions. My dad wanted no children
as he often proved. He held Mom to bondage. She was a rare
beauty yet he often cheated. Before me she aborted twice. To
save her children from the brutality of that evil drunk. For
the grace of God she would not do it again with me nor my sister.
It was a day when for a woman divorce was not an easy option.
sadly you see stories like mine in the news everyday. I was lucky
and as a child self educated. I found a way out my mother could
not. She died officially designated as from Cancer. I have never
been fooled. she died of many undeserved beatings from the devil.
If I go to hell you will know by the earth shaking. He ran away
and hid the day the gun misfired. I was notified years later of
his death. Eldest son I said, "You found him send him home to
stoke coal in his father's den!"

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