Tell Me of These Things
As a child, love but a mothers
Here, siblings six
siphoned sentiment
Straws that never broke her back
and so our story
begins
Infidelity found it's way into her home
but not into
her heart
She was a faithful wife with brood
to care for
A worker more than Queen Bee
Innocence impacted by
struggles her own
Her heart dealing with fending
for family
then herself
This part, inheritance ours
Lessons learned
in humility
Grace that danced
in her being
broken
Being mother
Truth be told the man that was
father brought home
the bacon but
not the love
His place was
elsewhere in
life
Yet his failures were schooled
into this first
born son
Class harder but
understood
learning
quickly
Here the buck stopped
and wages of his sin
would not become
mine
For love had a name
and told me
of such
things
Elvira
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