i guess she never quite
understood
why
it was so important
for her mother
to kidnap
her
from her father,
to strip
her
of holidays,
to whip
her
when her brother got into trouble,
to scream at
her
for not lying,
to laugh
when old men hit
on her,
….sometimes
i see that mother’s daughter asking me why?
in the mirror…
and I don’t know
what
to tell her…
Thank you for your post. You raise important questions. A good friend (Maryknoll priest) told me when I ask him a similar question, “Ray, sometimes there is nothing you can say, but you can always be present. Shiver with her in the winter, and sweat with her in the summer. It was wisdom. A loving presence is always more important than words. Ray
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This was heartbreaking piece , I’m moved.
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Thanks:)
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:). Thanks Ray
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I’m pretty sure, that if we were to meet – many stories would tumble and there wouldn’t be a dry eye in the house. My eyes that is.
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I hear you. Why? Its a question with no answers…xxx
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Thanks so much for your support… I wrote this yesterday… one of those processing pain days…
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Others play at truth. This is truth.
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Thank you:)
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