Nadine

Nadine

is a child, a mother, and a friend

who prayed to the heavens

to not have to do it all again

 

She worked when she was young

Barely enough to eat

Many a time, food didn't touch her tongue

But her children kept shoes on their feet

 

Nadine

thought she found a better way

She had to leave something behind

Knowing there would come a day

when she could rest her tired mind

 

She escaped with the littlest one

knowing the older boy would be well

Such a young girl on the run

having to get out of Hell

 

When she was settled

debts paid and mettled

She went back for the other

Seen as a threat

No one would let

forgiveness from her mother

 

All those scars

Not from the boys and their toys

The eldest screaming like the stars

in hopes that mother found joys

 

Nadine prayed to be done

trying to seek peace

Remembering how childhood was no fun

Whipped hands burned like hot grease

 

She wanted love and swore

her children would give it to her

But the man she ran to saw her as a w***e

Her beauty to him was a blur

 

Enduring indifference for years

the boys saw it all

They comforted her through her tears

even when he made her fall

 

As the matronly pain endured

Two feminine seeds grew

and her boys were lured

into forming a family from few

 

Years went by

and so did the lie

she sheltered herself with glitter and gold

She created a truth

that not even a sleuth

could see that she sold her soul

 

So much was wrong

And it took way too long

for her to see why

Her family was divided

and her husband had decided

that he loved to see everyone cry

 

The truth hurt

feeling lower than dirt

My, how the diamonds shined

She made everyone believe

though her children couldn't conceive

that he helped her from breaking her behind

 

Such a lonely existence

and constant persistence

she longs for the company of another

Still harboring the grief

that was caused by a thief

She aches for the chance to be Mother

 

A brief phone call here

A card sometimes there

She cries at night so much

For her offspring still live

and to their seeds they give

But she can't feel their touch

 

Day and night

the heavens cry with might

for her toil was not all in vain

But it's hard for her to feel love

especially from above

when tears always fall like rain

 

 

 

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

This is too often the case, sadness just rolls off the screen like a waterfall...not refreshing, strangling. There are people who live their life with this kind of lost hope and pain, they seem to be treading water and getting nowhere. I tried to see hope in this piece, but all I saw was an incredible love...normally hope stems from love, but it seems not so here. (unless I'm reading it wrong?)
A haunting, sad write TT, but one that needs to be out there. You have incredible insight and feeling for people...

Helen~

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

Very good. I enjoyed this but very very sad.

[Norma M Sutton]

How sad.

[KaySea]

nice job