Breaking and Mending

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                       “I once thought I could make the hurt stop by pretending it wasn’t there”…
Breaking
 .
 She was disgusted as she sat the girl
 hard on the chair so she could finish
 primping her hair.
 .
 The Mother, already fat on Manhattans
 started at noon,
 Impatient for the intrusion,
 Only wanting the babysitter
 to quickly arrive.
 .
 Oh the shadows of childhood,
 When all the small child wanted
 was someone to sit her in their lap,
 And softly whisper her name.
.
.
Mending
.
The girl had been lifting her beliefs
 high against the rising tide of reality
 all her life.
.
 She wrote hauntingly accurate
 depictions of her struggle –
 All about her search
 for simple intimacy.
 .
 It had begun with a longing,
 A longing for the tender touch
 of The Mother,
 A cheer for any accomplishment,
 large or small.
 .
 From there the stage was set
 for the ongoing struggles,
 And the story played out
 in a series of complex tales
 of make believe winning,
 and yes, some real losses.
 .
 She learned we are all damaged
 by what breaks us.
 That hurt leaks through our cracks,
 And it is how we mend them,
 Again and again, that matters.
.
She learned her dress was
never going to be as pretty,
And she might be marred up
a little bit more each time,
But if she didn’t get up,
And get back on the wobbly bike,
She just wasn’t going to go
Anywhere.
.
 © 2013 DiAnne Ebejer
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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8 Responses to Breaking and Mending

  1. I really love this, DiAnne. Well told and to the point.

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  2. Juliette says:

    Too my breath away.

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  3. Betty Dravis says:

    Makes me know how fortunate I was to have grown up with loving parents and a big family of siblings. My heart goes out to that little girl and all who are neglected in anyway. God bless the children. Hugs for warmth, DiAnne. Betty ❤

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  4. pjb1943 says:

    This was wonderful DiAnne, a real mini epic on bravery, courage in the face of adversity.
    Paul

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  5. Many thanks Paul 🙂

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