Breaking and Mending

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                       “I once thought I could make the hurt stop by pretending it wasn’t there”…
 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.
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
 © 2013 DiAnne Ebejer

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 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" 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.


  2. Juliette says:

    Too my breath away.


  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 ❤


  4. pjb1943 says:

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


  5. Many thanks Paul 🙂


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