She wasn’t one for coddling, my mother would say to me and my brother as she’d tilt the candle and let the burning wax fall at the back of our hands.

Forty years later, watching her memories now slowly fade away, I can’t believe how frail she looks. So small, so weak for someone who completely wrecked two innocent lives.

– EntangleDesigns

PS: This is a fictional account.

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    1. Parents too often leave lasting damages and there’s no coming back from that kind of hurt for most people. Sorry to put a downer on your mood. But everybody’s been sharing heart warming stories on mother’s day and the asshole that i am, i wanted to add a shitty one to that cloying pile of sentiments. ๐Ÿ˜‹


  1. A brave piece of writing, not brave because you bared your soul (I’ve read your replies) but brave because of its affects on those have suffered maternal abuse. For they too should be remembered on Mother’s Day.


    1. Yes, I agree. They too should be remembered, perhaps, even more so than those who are wonderful parents. If only so that we know and learn how difficult a job it is to parent and what an enormous responsibility it truly is. thank you for reading. This one too ended up in the spam folder. WP’s portals keep conspiring against me (she said, shaking a fist in the air!) ๐Ÿ˜›

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    1. I am glad you stopped by and read my work. I am sorry it made you feel bad but it’s pure fiction so I hope that helps. Although I know what it feels like and I did use personal perspective but guess I should have added that the story is not real. Again, thanks for reading. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Itโ€™s funny how the first instinct in a sea of warm cuddly emotions, is often the desire to explore the dark and melancholy side. Personally, I feel Iโ€™m usually really positive and upbeat so Iโ€™m not sure where it comes from; perhaps a desire not to be predictable, maybe itโ€™s the mindโ€™s release valve, so that it doesnโ€™t bottle up all the anger and weird thoughts that it subconsciously stores, or maybe thatโ€™s the point of being creative. Iโ€™ve been reading your posts backwards from โ€˜Just Askโ€™ trying to find the reason behind it, and Iโ€™m assuming that someone has taken one of your pieces a bit literally, which with creative writing is never a good idea. Like all of us, Iโ€™m really grateful and appreciate feedback, but Iโ€™ve had sympathy for ending up in prison after killing someone in a poem, something I hasten to add I have never done, and thankfully a place Iโ€™ve never been, but that shouldnโ€™t mean we canโ€™t explore, imagine and understand the emotions of others, be they heroes or villains. (Though, as Iโ€™ve heard many actors say, villains are more fun!) Whichever way, I really enjoy your poetry, and I enjoyed this short piece of your creative writing for making me sit up and think; not sure why, but it made me think a little of โ€˜Poemโ€™ by Simon Armitage, but I doubt that you or many would agree with me! Reading it again, Iโ€™m not sure why, but it did, and I think again, itโ€™s because it makes me think. And when you start thinking, you start the whole creative process all over again ….

    โ€˜Poemโ€™ by S.A ;

    And if it snowed and snow covered the drive
    he took a spade and tossed it to one side.
    And always tucked his daughter up at night
    And slippered her the one time that she lied.
    And every week he tipped up half his wage.
    And what he didn’t spend each week he saved.
    And praised his wife for every meal she made.
    And once, for laughing, punched her in the face.

    And for his mum he hired a private nurse.
    And every Sunday taxied her to church.
    And he blubbed when she went from bad to worse.
    And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse.

    Here’s how they rated him when they looked back:
    sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that.

    P.S. did your โ€˜p.sโ€™ come after you originally posted it and read some of the early comments?
    & sorry I appear to have rambled on a bit ….

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