The Mother

The mother spent her whole life on a quest to get more stuff.

Electronics, objects, and trinkets, would it ever be enough?

It started when she was a child; she was the eldest of four.

When the others came along, she just felt she needed more.

There’s an emptiness within her that she hopes her stuff might fill.

And if you’re in the way of that, she’ll crush you with her will.

The mother has married several times to men who did not know.

Until her moods became more frantic, always ending in a row.

Mother used charm to her benefit; friends and acquaintances were beguiled.

The family even supported her when she left her youngest child.

“A mother would never do that,” they’d tell the child with disdain,

The child learned never to reach out. It’s best to hide your pain.

It didn’t start with the mother, though, as the child came to learn.

The cycle began generations before; no bridge they would not burn.

It’s a family filled with takers, those who lie, cheat, and steal.

Darkness lurks within them, and they hurt others with zeal.

The mother victimized herself, telling stories that weren’t true.

She learned to hide the harsh abuse, and no one ever knew.

That child is all grown up now, moving on the best she can.

Even now, she wonders if this was part of God’s great plan.

The child looks in the mirror, feeling pain, but no one can see. 

and wonders of the mother, “Does she ever think of me?”

To be the unwanted child is an embarrassment, many claim.

She sees them in her reflection, an heiress to the family name.

Where is that mother now, and did she finally take enough?

For all the damage left behind, all she has is stuff.