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ten years after |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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There was a cut of garden hose "Short," she said, "about three feet" just enough to flex the threat and duct tape was a grip to keep the hand that whupped the children free of blisters and no need of glove-- her mama wasn't mean, y'see, she'd named that damned pipe, "Love." "Susie, c'mon out to play!" sometimes I helped her with the sheets pulleys and the smell of bleach she'd shadow in the sun. Sometimes we'd play in silhoutte wtih clothespins ready in our teeth in case we heard the screendoor squeak: Susie lived in fear of Love. She looked at me and lit a cig-- nodding, "that was how we lived" eyes blue steel of leveling, Susie laughed in bitter bleed: "And mama called ya'll weird." |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
We don't forget the lessons spent. |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Now Serenity....I thought this was going to be about Alvin Lee and his band..."I'm going Home"???....and, most folks wouldn't know of whom I'm talking about...but, I'll bet you do?.... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
....ten years? reminds me of something..someone.. funny how things that seemed normal when you were young, you realize were not when you get older. love ya lady...  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
sigh...lessons learned.....your words are powerful lady k |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
i love how you take me to where you are.... one day? you'll leave there with you right? m xx how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Great write! Enjoyed. JL  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Even though you won't believe me, I'll say it anyway.....You are too good! jojo |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karen, I've always loved your writing. Remember when I first came here, I couldn't understand some of it? Well, I can understand it all now.....and that's a good thing!! Hugs, Sweetie Ethel |
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Kathy Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 153 |
Pretty darn good writng, for a city girl! Thanks.....and... Hugs, Kathy |
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bubblesleave Member
since 2006-03-04
Posts 197Bloomington, IN |
She looked at me and lit a cig-- nodding, "that was how we lived" and, you took us there to witness! GREAT JOB! Bubbles |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
For those who were concerned enough to ask--this is completely from my imagination, and was inspired by a talk I'd had with my Mom regarding how "things were different" way back when. What is abuse now, was considered "love" to some misguided people. She told me the story--I just took the ball and ran with it. So thanks for reading. and thanks mom, for showing me a part of your life to which I was previously clueless. Love to all? *wince* The good kind. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Karen, you just have a way of saying it like no other.... And so it those we live with |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Sometimes Moms can be wonderful muses. I love this piece of work serenity. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
This made me wince, too! I remember a razor strap and baleful icy blue eyes. It was never in the name of love. I also remember a woman who was a sitter for my mom when I was four. She took care of other children, too. She punished us one day by lining us all up. We had to bend over and put our hands on the floor. Then one by one we each had to take a paddle she had and strike each of the other children. I'll never forget that woman sitting on a chair, her hair wrapped in a bandana. She leaned forward to rest her arms on her knees as she rubbed her hand together and watched us with a weird pleasure. I knew it was wrong to hate, but for the first time in my young life I wanted to fly at her and scratch her eyes out! Thinking of it now, I suppose it probably seemed to her that she was just doing her job. But to me, she was as mean as the old tom turkey she kept in the front yard who used to rush at me and try to peck at my bare legs. ~ Karen (That is one of the earliest memories I can recall. hmmmm!) |
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