You say you wanted to talk <br />about our past. <br />You heard I've been dealing <br />with my own acceptance <br />of what my childhood actually entailed. <br /> <br />It seemed you loved hearing <br />how I view him now, <br />how I see what he did <br />and just how wrong it all was. <br />I could almost hear that cheshire cat-like grin <br />cracking through your stone-face <br />over the phone. <br /> <br />I hear the jangling of your earrings <br />as you nod your head in agreement <br />while I recount the horrors for you. <br />You say ''Yeah, I was horrified by it all.'' <br />''He was sick.'' <br />''He was twisted.'' <br />''That's exactly why I left him! '' <br />I wonder if you'll still be smiling <br />when I ask you <br />WHY? <br /> <br />Tell me Mother.... <br />why, when your new boyfriends <br />house became too crowded <br />with his 5 kids and then your own five, <br />did you take me back to my dad <br />and hand me over like a sacrificial lamb? <br /> <br />My pleading cries were ignored. <br />My screams to let me stay with you <br />were ignored. <br />Why, if you KNEW he was so bad... <br />did you give your 10 yr old daughter to him? <br /> <br />Don't say you want to talk <br />if you can't handle the <br />tough questions.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tough-questions/
