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Oh Mother, What Have You Done?
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

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When we were young,
You said we had to be strong,
So we never learned to cry-
Hiding our tears,
In the gentle rain,
That fell from the sky...

When we were teens,
You told us not to act foolish,
So we never learned to smile-
Hiding the any joy we felt,
In the darkness of our lives...

When we became young women,
You told us not to be stupid,
So we never learned to love…
Turned away every man,
That held out their hand...

You taught us to doubt,
The reality of who we were…
Teaching us that we useless,
To anyone but you-

So here we were,
Three strong, cold women,
And still we were unacceptable to you,
For the times had changed,
But we had remained the same…
And now you wanted the adoration,
We never learned to give.

So,
One of us became invisible,
Someone you could never see,
Though she stood so close to you,
Seeking the love you never gave…

And one of us became a stone,
Smooth and polished obsidian,
Blocking out the sun…
And the last withdrew,
Became lost to us,
And to you-
Seeking in the shelter
Of her mind,
The love she would never find…

And I wonder sometimes,
If you ever regret what you did,
Raised children who hid,
In the world from all men,
Seeking love that was forbidden,
Looking for a peace,
They would never know…

I sat one day,
Holding a dying child’s hand,
And watched you weeping,
Couldn’t stop myself from thinking;

Oh mother,
What have you done?
To make this lovely child,
Run from the sun?
What words did you speak,
That made this child seek,
Redemption in her death?

Made her think,
That there alone,
She would find,
Her peace in eternal sleep...
As you reached for her hand,
I couldn't help but push you away,
Knowing in my heart,
She wouldn't want you,
To touch her that day...

You were just too damn late...

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Reviewed by Bonnie Torrente
RD, I understand this completely. It took most of my life, to learn to have compassion, forgiveness and understanding for my Mother, but I have and feel better for it. The truth of the matter is, the absence of a Mothers love, leaves a space inside that can never be filled, no matter how many people love you. There is no greater gift than a Mothers love. That's something we'll never experience in this life.
It's a true loss.
This is beautifully written and well expressed.
Bonnie
Reviewed by Queenie Tirone
Oh mother,
What have you done?
To make this lovely child,
Run from the sun?
What words did you speak,
That made this child seek,
Redemption in her death?

Sounds like my mother...
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Sad heartbreaking write Retta!!
Reviewed by Nancy D.
Sad, heartbreaking write Retta.

Nancy
Reviewed by Rodney Bohen
Retta,
My sister of earth, I say write on!This was a good piece! be proud,...."Pout Tall" is a piece I think of now thatI wrote, reread it, if you would, when you can friend, from me to you. Again I say well done, girl standing brave.
Your friend,
Rodney Evan Bohen
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
Retta, this is heartbreaking but done with much style and grace. It grabbed me from the very first word. It and I became as one, and traveled through the same space. Absolutely an amazing write,,Lisa
Reviewed by Dale Clark
Such a sad truth you've exposed! Your words are healing and powerful! Awesome piece!
Reviewed by E T Waldron
heart-breaker, so well written beautiful style, lovely flow, and rhyme,but oh such misery from this kind of upbringing...hurts...
Reviewed by Buddy Angel
What a sad write.
Buddy
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
A truly gut heart reaching write that has been done so well. Very haunting.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
You do have a dark side don't you?
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
Reindeer, this was so deep, I mean way down deep. I felt the bitterness and sadness. You really brought me into this piece and feel.

that ending is a mind-blower
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
It all boils down to control, control, control. Well done, Retta. Bravo.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
*tears* (((HUGS))) and i'm sorry...you've described my mom, too...little children were best seen and not heard...even better if they weren't around...banished to our room or the basement...*tearstearstears* this brings back soooo many painful memories...keep writing, touching others, and healing...(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :( sad, heartbreaking write...that many will identify with...I DID
Reviewed by Dove (Reader)
Dearest Retta,
this almost brought me to tears..You're realy getting very in depth with your writing these days..It shows a desire for you to heal..

Love you, Dove
Reviewed by Shadow Writer (Reader)
Sadness drips from these words, because they are laced with truth for so many, excellent write
Reviewed by Trixie Love
Oh Reindeer,
This is sooo sad...
Tugged at my heart strings...

Written beautiful
as always...

Hugs,
Trixie
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
This is brilliant in its flowing intensity, Retta, wrenching and...final.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel
There is no reason to have lived that way. Wonderful write of revealation.

Sometimes you just have to let the child inside you live the life that YOU want her to live. When that inner child surfaces to be the outer child, that's when you learn how to live well.

Come out from within!

Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Paul Berube
Retta, very sad and well written.

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