My Turn
Defining moments of yester years, this is about me Lost in my own fathers house, where in the abundance of his kids I was known not. I was left with my mother for she was added to the household much later on. Through my youth what should have been my citadel was a dungeon, I was ashamed of my mother, for my step-brothers and sisters made a mockery of me.It was regular that chores were carried out by the kids, but to whom was giving that largest portion was high and similarly I was giving what was left after meals. I loved my mum, but was sacred to be hers. She was scorned by the other wives and mocked by the many other kids. A large household to many would be something not wanted, but to me it was just perfect, for I could hide as though I were another woman’s child to escape the scorn that came with being my moms.�~Some of my siblings have deserted her, and at times the tell me to. They tell me of how much better I could be without her, and that with her I would remain a distraught kid, living in the past and never moving forward. I try not listen but must admit that it echoes in my mind and although resolute I am sacred I might cave, and leave her behind as others did.
