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Gemini
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Wisconsin, USA

0 posted 2002-06-05 09:18 PM


When she was about ten,
her dad threw her mother into a dresser.
Shes aged since then.

When she was twelve, she remembers fashioning a chair outside of winter snow.
She would sit in it with her pet dog, her throne as she remembers it.
Her parents would fight unmercifully inside, as the cold winds would blow.

When it got to be to cold outside, she would sit in the basement and cuddle her dog, shaking even after.
Wondering when the fighting would end.
School, became the safe place, they called her sunshine, she remembers friends and laughter.

All the while, she wondered why me, why was she chosen to endure.
What did she do wrong, her dad would tell her she was the only reason they stayed together.
And she wondered if she ceased to be, would her parents then divorce, would this be the cure?

Her mother wore the bruises of the fights.
She hated yet loved them both at the same time.
She wore the emotional scars of fighting which they justified as their rights.

At eighteen her father died and the fighting came to an end.
Pieces of her youth lost to never be returned.
And a father gone, the one she hated, yet loved as a friend.

So my advice to parents who stay together only to fight.
Look deep into your childrens eyes and hug them tight.
Please don't do this to your children, seek help,
children deserve a youth, it is their rite.

[This message has been edited by Gemini (06-05-2002 09:27 PM).]

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Severn
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since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704

1 posted 2002-06-06 06:08 AM


Such a powerful message, Gemini...

thanks for bringing it here..

hugs

K

arthur
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since 2001-08-14
Posts 678
england
2 posted 2002-06-06 03:08 PM


stability ,love and peace is all that a child longs for
and so rarely gets
if you would like I will send you my story child
ask enchantress
she will tell you it is a good read
more than that
it will have meaning for you i think

Gemini
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since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203
Wisconsin, USA
3 posted 2002-06-06 10:43 PM


Severn-Thank you for your kind words.
arthur-Yes, I would appreciate, you are very thoughtful.
Thank you both for stopping by.  The events did happen, however it was a long time ago.  I now have my own children, and that was my own personal vow, to never have them endure that kind of trama, consequently they are very well adjusted.  I guess something in my past just made me think of writing this poem.

blakloks
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since 2002-06-01
Posts 60

4 posted 2002-06-09 08:58 AM


this is a really powerful poem, thanx for sharing it, i hope maybe some parent out there will see it and realise what they have dun wrong, and also , hope u feel better. ~hugs~
wranx
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since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn
5 posted 2002-06-10 12:15 PM


Gemini,
I knew someone once....

This made me recall her. I'll post it here soon. (you were stronger than she)

LadyPeach1
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since 2001-06-04
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6 posted 2002-06-11 10:27 AM


I loved this, absolutely loved it!  Thanks for sharing this piece.
LP1

wranx
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Moved from a shack to a barn
7 posted 2002-06-11 06:29 PM


Gemini, this is something that I wrote about a girl I once knew. I know that your situation is/was different, but I thought you might like to read it.

Poor Donna

She was invisible, or nearly so.
Sort of a tertiary person.
Her name was Donna,
or Debbie,
or Deirdre
and, she was alone,
for no obvious reason.

She walked the halls of her school
alone in the midst of the student throng,
part of no circle,
member of no clique,
just a barely perceived presence.

One would hardly notice
that she had long hair,
and long legs,
and long wished to be shed of her lot.

She never raised an eyebrow.
She never raised her voice.
She never really spoke.
No one really ever spoke to her
and no one spoke about her.

Yet, it was generally known,
that is to say, rumored and gossiped,
that her family was exceedingly poor,
that her home was little more than a shack,
that her father was a mean spirited brute,
and that he “did things” to her.

And this, this alone,
this is what made her a pariah,
an outcast in perhaps the only place
where it might be possible to find solace,
relief from her familiar situation.

Then, one evening
while talking on the telephone
to a boy that liked her,
but, wouldn’t admit it,
she pointed her fathers’ gun
at the hurtful place
she thought her heart must be
and made it all
just
go
away.

I do hope the anonymous boy
from 35 years ago
has kept some part of her
close and dear and safe
or, at the very least,
remembers her name.

If this was inappropriate, I'll apologize now.

~wranx

"Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein.

kinson
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since 2002-05-13
Posts 66
somewhere between here and there
8 posted 2002-06-11 08:02 PM


This poem touched me, I dont know what else to say, other than I liked it.  write on
Gemini
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since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203
Wisconsin, USA
9 posted 2002-06-13 09:47 PM


blakloks-Thank you for your thoughtful words, I appreciate.
wranx-Yes this is a powerful piece you've written, I thank you for sharing it.
LP1-I appreciate your kindness.
Kinson-Thank you so much for reading and responding.

bsquirrel
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10 posted 2002-06-20 10:02 PM


Excellent..... and so sad.

She said burn ... together.
-TON

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