The Father Thing …


The Father Thing

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

Photo is of me as a little, innocent child … I was visiting Hell … soon after that photo

I was living in the Hell I was visiting.  Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates…..

 

 

Trembling … laying in her bed

She had just woken to a scream

Her mother was being pulled from the bed

Where she had laid the night before

With her two young children

A little boy, a little girl

In the semi-darkness she saw a struggle

Heard a man’s rough voice, cursing

You damn bitch … you whore!

The little girl shook violently from fear

She almost threw up

Mama!  Mama!  she cried

Please don’t hurt my Mama!

The man slapped her back to where she’d been laying

On her bed … on the white sheets

She could see a stain getting bigger

On the pure white sheets

Her little hand touched her face where it hurt

She couldn’t breathe for her stopped up nose

Mama!  Mama!

She could only scream this in her mind

The man beat her mother, let her drop

Onto the bed where she had slept with her children

Went … got his gun

The little girl could hear her Mama moaning

While she struggled to get back up

The little girl crawled to her mother

Her mother held onto her … sat up on the bed

The little boy crawled to her … he never made a sound

He was just a baby … a scared little baby

The man came back into the children’s bedroom with a gun

A loud sound happened … the man abruptly left

Mama!  Mama, what was that?

The mother held her two children close to her breast

It’s going to be alright … sh-hhh, it’s going to be alright

The children fell back to sleep to their mother’s soft voice

She woke up to see her mother’s bruised face

The little girl didn’t know what to say

Too young to know that her mother had been beaten

Beaten by the man she knew as … father

The man she found out later … was her … step-father

A man who beat her mother constantly because of … jealousy

How could the little girl know all this

She hated, feared the big, handsome man she called daddy

She last saw him at age nine

Age nine … a big number in her life

She met the man who was her real father

He didn’t care for her … she didn’t know she didn’t care for him

He wouldn’t hug her … she cried for her mother

One day she was with her mother again

Several years later, back with this father once again

She found out why he didn’t like her

Because he offered her a piece of candy

She didn’t know better, reached for the little bag

He turned against her for something

Most any child would, could do

Never gave her a chance after that

To be a daughter … for him to be a father

Stepmother, half-sisters made her life Hell

Her father couldn’t look at her for fear

Someone would get angry at him

If he loved his oldest daughter, a little child

So, he began jumping out of doorways

If he saw her getting ready to go through

Stand, with an angry expression on his face

Nod his angry face for her to go on through

Constantly tore her down with …. words

Formed to look, sound like jokes

He, and his family treated her not badly

Treated her so good that it was … bad

They didn’t acknowledge her presence

She was just there until one day … she ran away

That was the last of … the father thing

In her mind when asked in later years about … father

She doesn’t talk about him … only sees an angry face in her mind

I don’t know my father … never knew him

Truthfully … she never knew him … but, did

How can one describe a father like that?

It’s best to say, I never knew my father

Let the subject be … go on

No one need to know about her life and … the father thing

Note by this Author:  A true poem about my young life … and … the father thing.  Photos/poem both owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter.

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