They never hit each other as far
As I knew mom never fell down
The stairs had bruises on her face
Yet I’d heard even as a bug
Such things happened in some
Houses don’t know if it ever
Happened with my aunts
Uncles if they spoke about
Personal stuff they switched to
Polish which none of us knew
When they did their demeanor
Would just as often be playful
As dire it was only at funerals
You heard it’s good she’s gone
He’ll have nobody to beat
Any more when he’s drunk
For me they were describing
A different world my dad would
Yell slam the door go out
For a smoke that’s all
That happened I never got the
Sense they were doing anything
More than disagreeing
There were lots of tears
But every night they crawled
Into the same double bed how
Things resolved I’ll never know
As years went on shows of affection
Were few far between mostly
For the sake of relatives
Neighbors I didn’t see gentle
Hands on shoulders little
Loving touches as one passed by
Had they not been devout
Catholics they might have
Considered divorce things
Got so bad sometimes but it
Was out of the picture more than
Once mom threatened to jump
From a moving car we had no
Seat belts when my dad got
Depressed which was often
At first he stayed with a cousin
On some farm out of the county
Later he would be hospitalized
Receive ECT for a couple of weeks
Then came a heart attack findings
Of colon cancer I think for the
Last years he complained his
Meds wiped him out she dutiful
Wife provided his care unstintingly
But I didn’t sense the affection
Of a devoted spouse somewhere
In there they’d made their peace
With me I’d moved out married
When my mom failed from three
Strokes in three weeks it was just
As well I haven’t cried over either
Death my dad had suffered enough
He died peacefully if the pain meds
Worked my mom probably had no
Idea what hit her after the second
Stroke no tears there either we
All were relieved a friend once
Thinking to give me advice
Shocked me when he said I
Should intimidate her
Meaning my wife how crazy
I said to abuse the woman
I loved and married for some
Cheap advantage my parents
Were no model marrieds but
Somehow in that endless strife
I learned not to be false and hurtful
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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