From the Cradle Up
©copyright 2009 Bonita M Quesinberry
As an adult, I recall asking to remember
each age between zero up to six years;
but, all I would ever have were three clear memories:
just my loving father and me less tears.
I often had wondered why there were none of mother
until age six— this, perhaps, due to fears?
Was that cradle up abuse, which I would learn later,
BY HER?
My aunt, just six years my senior, spoke of large bruises;
she told her mom I needed to be saved.
Couldn't they bring me to their home, where I would be safe?
At six the mem'ries still hid in dark caves,
my mind clear of terrors once too young to understand—
God shielded me to gain His truth and ways.
Abuse went on but I knew it was Mother's demons,
NOT MINE.
As an adult, I did ask of God to remember
each age between zero up to six years;
but, still I have only those three precious memories:
just my loving father and me less tears.
I no longer wonder why there were none of mother—
'til six— God blocked my infant mind to fears.
That cradle up abuse just described her enemy,
AND MINE.
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We all are Satan's victims, as my mother was
his victim long before I was a thought;
and so it is with every human being.
Author notes
This is my true story.
In a list
A contest entry
- I wish... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended February 7, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for sharing something so personal and victorious. Congrats on your well deserved trophy. continue to bless through your words, conni
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Humm..this is really a thoughtfudl sharing my friend..and making me to ponder as well..love the message you shared here..well done indeed...
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Oh, my dear friend Prab, once again you keep me humble, as it should be, by finding one of my poems worthy of gold. More importantly, each time it brings attention to the most important parts: the spiritual message to all of mankind. Thank you seems rather a pitiful set of words to convey great gratitude. You are much loved, my friend, and always in my prayers.
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excellent ! direct to the point and very very emotional... thanks you for sharing this work of art
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Awesome Write Luv!
Sis...your pain shared is so powerful and impacting as truth is greater than fiction! You have shared the side of our beginnings that can be so painful..and touch hearts that have been there too! So well penned! I pray you do well in the contest. I know you will! Much love
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Ah, sweet SisRose, thank you for such wonderful encouragement. As you noted, it is my hope that by sharing my experiences, it will help others. I just wish they understood that being healed emotionally never really happens without God in the equation.
Much love and hugs, SisBon
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This is so sad but our God is so loving and kind to us.
I thank Him for the few memories I hold of my own father who died when I was six. There aren't many but those memories have strengthened me through difficult times.
Love and hugs - jo -
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Oh, Sis, I am so sorry about your Dad. At least I did get to see mine for a few days when I was 13, then several times after I was grown: spent a week, just he and I, six year before he died. That was when I really learned the most about mother and how much like my father I am: Praise the Lord.
I am glad that your few memories were good ones. It does help, doesn't it? As a counselor, I have found that women who have good father role models seem to recover easier and certainly have more trust in God. Those with bad memories tend to find it difficult to trust God or men in general.
I love you tons and more, SisBon
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What a sad story - but I love the way you have told it....with the 3 precious memories.
It's so sad that demons destroy so many - but I think its wonderful the inner power and faith some people have to rise above and over anything in their lives.
Powerful....
Wonderful write! Best wishes in your contest.
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Thank you so much, hon. I believe God gave me two things when I was six: 1) no memory from zero to six; and, 2) His logic became my logic. Those two enabled me to see with God's eyes and understand with Christ's heart. We all are victims of the same enemy, which allows me to see and understand my mother's pain while she lived.
Much love & hugs, BonnieQ
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Love to you Bonnie!
God is so good to us! Never mind the pseudo science of psychology! God protects us and heals our minds. I love what you have said here and the revealing of yourself. That is exactly where I long to be. The memories....unfortunately do linger in my mind, fragmented as they are. But God has His reasons.
Love in Christ Jesus,
Annette
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And I am a psychotherapist. I agree, however; only God protects and heals us of whatsoever evils we endured as children. Without Him there never is total healing.
The abuse extended throughout my childhood, including sexual, but at six the Lord gave me an unusual sense of logic: His. And, that made understanding much easier.
Those things I do remember after six aid in helping others who have been where I've been but have yet are still trapped by such pain.
Much love & hugs, SisBon
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