Mother 'Dear'Est Poem by James McLain

You are old now, tired and relentless
and if i said the word sex in front of you
you would explode like some
may west gone south.
i am not as you then once you were,
but not by choice i went the other way.
i hear that other voice where you i guess did not, too late.
Kindness but i wish it were of all of that for you it was not,
does it not reflect upon, within the written words.
Respect them, your parents
written out of time, taken out of context, literally.
they whom are the flame the sword it's crushing blows
broken bones and blood upon the floor,
back then the pope and you did know.
That burned the souls of all you had within,
to save their lives; you could not give one up.
Adoption, because of what you did not do,
i did so he could have what you denied too me.
But that was long ago;
i was different then i knew i could not give him what
he needed
even more than the out word appearance of a home.
But two then three then four
and that abusive man you married with him it may
have been two more.
for some one whom could never say the word sex.
The issues must be terrible, i now must save my own
and so i'm sorry i could not save my self, through you.