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MOTHER and SON

those words
hurtful
doors slamming
pushing past
throwing of items
clothes angrily
stuffed into  a bag
screaming of more
obscenities
slam another door
threatening
cruelty
its jackboots
kittens

who is this man child
standing here
yelling more abuse

I touch him

he
throws my hand
away

again door slamming
fists punching walls
crashing noise as
the dinner on the table
lay strewn over the floor
shards of glass  glisten
as yet more glass breaks

SLAM
DOOR
SLAMMING

hinges give out
under the fierce
combat

hurtful words aimed
at me
if you want to go
fucking

GO



then


the child in him
answers

N
O

he asks me to hold
him

&

cries
in my arms

I
hold him
stroke his hair

kiss

his brow

rock him
gently

share his pain
hide my own


I  am the mother of a

teenage
son


Author notes

Who is there to take our abuse when we do not know where or who to direct it at..............the answer is simple....it is always those we love.
Written March 3rd, 2006

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  • Roaddog Wolf
    July 25, 2008

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    good one

    the child in him
    answers

    N
    O

    he asks me to hold
    him

    &

    cries
    in my arms

    I
    hold him
    stroke his hair

    kiss

    his brow

    rock him
    gently

    share his pain
    hide my own


    I am the mother of a

    teenage
    son

    Just a marvelous write with a happy ending


  • Aussie Gypsy gold member
    June 16, 2007

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    Am feeling miserable to taking a long walk through people's old works, so much was probably happening at the time you wrote this, I wonder if he has grown out of this phase yet, he is lucky though to have his mum to love him even after the outburts... my how your style has changed...

    Karen


  • shuggie
    January 16, 2007
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    Yes it's such a true saying we hurt those closest first,I left home as I was turning sixteen but I can't help feeling I missed something back then.You keep cool coz once us boys go we can't really turn back.It's just never the same.Shug


  • allfaith
    March 8, 2006
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    wow

    this is really good


  • Shakari
    March 5, 2006
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    It must be very hard to be the parent of a teenager. I am one myself, and find myself to not be one of the difficult cases, but my siblings...on the other hand, were. I love how you stopped the whole chaotic slamming of doors and breaking of glass(that I could visualize and hear...reminding me of my sister), with a hug from the mother...the child crying in her arms. This piece holds many emotions, a lot of pain, and love. Families are, or should, be linked by a bond of unconditional love. Parents usually hold that, but teens are sometimes blind to it. Keep up the great work and keep writing!


  • patient1
    March 3, 2006
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    You have written your pain very well.
    As parents we have to Love unconditionaly. Its very hard sometimes to put our own pain aside and comfort the pain of others.

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