My childhood, what a farce!
A time when a father told you constantly every day
That you didn’t have the intelligence
To pour urine from a boot

With the instructions written on the heel

You were good for nothing and stupid to boot.

A life time of a man knocking you across a room

If you looked at him wrong

A beating or a “cussing out” for the slightest infraction

Never mind how slight.

Maybe it wasn’t my father that was the bad one.

My younger brother and his family no longer speak to me

My mother complained for months about my brother’s wife

And so I poked my nose where it didn’t belong,

In my brother’s business

Because my mother was so “worried”

This morning as I sat peeling eggs

for deviled eggs for my Grannie’Rie’s Birthday Party
And I said something about him no longer talking to me
She smugly replies “Don’t Blame Me”! 

Wait a while for him to cool off.

I picked up the task she didn’t want to deal with

And only complain about
I did my best to make her proud
I poked my nose into my brother’s business
And lost my brother and his family’s love and respect.
And “Don’t Blame Me!” replies the one

Who instigated the discord.

She claims she is saved and is waiting for God

To take her home!
If pitting brother against sister or sister against sister
Is my mother’s idea of salvation, she can keep it,

I prefer my own.
 

For me, I will love my fellow man as my brother or my sister, with all my heart.

God warned parents not to infuriate their children or make them angry.  

Children are to honor their father and mother for this is right, (Ephesians 6:1-4).

I honor my mother for the life she gave me. 

But no longer will I pick up the problems thrown out for me

To pick up and solve for her.  
My nose is no longer in anyone’s business but my own.
This problem I regret ever being a part of

And no longer want any part of the hate.