Everything Poetry

Dear Mother

At the age of five on my own
A woman who Mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes
I swore not to disclose
After she stole my innocence, and my love for the unknown

Even now as an adult
I struggle to find the right words
I confided in Mother two years afterwards
I wanted Mother to make me feel better
But Mother didn't. Mother moved backwards

Mother had let me down
Mother had left the room and didn't come back
Mother is a coward
It was all Mother's fault
Six years ago, an older cousin had endured a similar torture

Fast forward to the present day
I am glad the woman Mother knows is dead
I am glad she suffered in her final days
The feeling of depression, heartbreak, and hopelessness everyday
Can finally embark on a journey faraway

Today, Mother tells me I don't visit enough
Can you imagine this Mother that left me in a huff?
Mother now calls me "My dear Joseph"
But Mother won't see her grandchildren enough
Because Mother treated my complaint with rebuff.