Her long gray hair
Neatly wound in a bun
A house dress and apron
Frying eggs for her son
His shiny black shoes
From his Navy days
Olive green trousers
Hard set in his ways
Her ever stern look
Toasting homemade bread
I was a small child
In my rollaway bed
His hair slicked back
And Old Spice cologne
She came to his aide
He had kids of his own
My brother and sister
At school for the day
I recall the details
In a little girl way
This was a façade
She never meant well
He always complied
They made your life hell
She protected me
I can't reason why
Until she left us
Good riddance, goodbye
I learned your secret
I endured your pain
Becoming a victim
Of terrors that reign
Our childhood story
I shared it with you
But each has emerged
With their version true
©S. Austin Vincoski
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