Family History

Family History

She was 12
in her uncles house
and in those days
what was done was done
and was nobody's business
in a man's house.
She grew up and she raised daughters
and never told them
that in those days
what was done had been done
and it's done now
and he died and it was done.
But she never told them,
not directly,
and that was the lesson.
So when the daughter was 14
what was done was done
and it was not the same
but it was the same
and it was nobody's business.
And she never told her mother,
not directly,
because that was the lesson.
And she grew up.
And had daughters. 







My eternal thanks to K, for her courage, for her love, and for her strength, without which I could not have had the courage to reopen old wounds and begin to truly heal. 

...you can call me L.

Comments

  1. Welcome, L. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. I'm proud to have you as a contributor, and a friend.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Punch Up (Or: Why It Doesn't Fucking Matter What You Meant.)

Love Is (Not) Our Resistance

An Open Letter to Sir Patrick Stewart