In All Kinds of Weather

In All Kinds Of Weather - Photo by Justin Armstrong

I grew up in the house that my parents inherited.

The house that life built and poured on top of them.

A house of anger and depression.

With a foundation of truth suppression.

Mom, the eldest of five.

Buzzing about the safety of the hive.

Her mother dropping dead of a heart attack when she was but nine.

We'll scatter them off as they walk the thin line.

All she wanted was a mother.

No stand-in other.

Someone to love her proper.

To raise the curtain on a show stopper.

Dad, the fifth born of eight to poor, Italian immigrants.

Speaking a broken English that waxes belligerent.

Wanting but to not live in want.

Free from the needs that haunt.

And the hunger that leaves souls faint and spirits gaunt.

They both feared God so he married them together.

Blessed with the weight of a feather.

So that the three of them could comfort each other better ...

... in all kinds of weather ...

Reviews

[Rhayne]

Despite life's altercations and throwing wrenches, love and God can defeat anything.

This is very touching and yet strong-willed.

[Pete]

you sound like a person who knows. very reassuring. thanks rhayne ... :)