like brother

like brother

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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just exactly what it is

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following in footsteps
he ought not
there to tread,
thinks he can do better
what is wrong with his head?
a wife who bore him three children
still not good enough
he leaves her crying
looking at the holes in the wall
and the door
so like his brother
who now cries foul
at the wife who doesn't want him anymore.
like father
like son
like brother
when will it end?



© 2016 Lyn Anderson


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Lyn Anderson
yeah, not much to say here

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Men huh????!!!!!!!!!!!

sometimes they just don't know what they have until it is long gone and not coming back. ever.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Well, at least the men I pick and the men they are related to.:)
Makes one wonder if violence is genetic or a learned behavior, either way, the aggression has to be stopped...hits too close to home for comfort.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I honestly think it is both. And unfortunately people who share the same genetics see the same thing.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I think it skipped a generation with my brother, although he's a hot headed Italiano, he's never onc.. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

There is always hope, of course. And once they stop seeing it, it gets better I think.
Life is a revolving door of people sucking the life out of us.Sorry this made me think.Don't like to do that :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Ahh, didn't mean to hurt your brain. With one so big, it must be a big pain.:)
What a sad write. I couldn't possibly imagine how it must be to see a whole family so ruined by the powers of abuse. Fantastic job writing this powerful piece. xo :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Yes, it is a sad thing, and unfortunately is a pattern families fall into, over and over again.
The vicious cycle of abuse. It's a depressing reality prevalent nowadays and I pity those children who grew up in such an unhealthy environment.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I don't know that it's nowadays -- I unfortunately believe it's always been this way. At least it is.. read more
Blue

10 Years Ago

I seem to be distant from 'once was'. Haha.
"he leaves her crying
looking at the holes in the wall
and the door
so like his brother
who now cries foul
at the wife who doesn't want him anymore.
like father
like son
like brother"

Almost brought tears to my eyes. So sad and realistic...:)...............

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the fine review. Yes, it is sad.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)......................
Yikes!
Yes, it plays over and over.
There is a reason.
There is a mindset.
There is a lesson to be learned... Many in fact.
Who will choose to change the story and teach a better way?
Still, it is hard to judge a man's heart.
We cannot force love by will or fear, not even by obligation. It is however, a choice and not an emotion as most seem to believe love to be.
Of course there are many types of love too...
You pen the symptoms of a social disease. Treating the symptoms will not find the cure.
Shine light.
Speak truth.
Give love.


Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Indeed, the symptoms. And alas for the young ones who watch it all, they are making choices as we sp.. read more

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Added on March 23, 2014
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Lyn Anderson
Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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