I loved and adored you as a child, You resented my gentle way, I tried so hard to please you, All I held dear you stole away In awe as you put on your lipstick, I can still smell your expensive perfume It was my mistake when I got sick After that my dreams were doomed I found safety alone under covers You bullied my body and mind, I felt sad for you my poor Mother, So angry, so mean and unkind Why did you happily invite them in, Those wrought with evil intention, Those not to be trusted, did things, Their actions to horrid to mention When I have asked you to tell the truth, I knew every time I had wasted my breath, I see in your eyes your guilt is the proof, I hope you find peace before you meet death. Wendy D. Phelan