I celebrated my same birthday
until I was a teen
Everybody knows their birth date
Right?, you know what I mean

But I learned that isn’t so
Validation paperwork I must undergo
I applied for a driver’s permit
I was confused I have to admit

Application required request denied
I know my birthdate I screamed with pride
Fact remained,The wrong date of birth
I began to second guess my self worth

Send away for a certified birth certificate
Anticipate Many questions I accommodate
Answers I thought I knew, I must validate

Questions were rather suggestions
The answers left more questions
My birth date was off by 13 days
Emotionally I was in a haze

My brother calls on my pretend Birthday
With a PEDANTIC choice of words to say
It was a game he would play
At first he hurt my feeling
Sending me in a tizzy dealing
Then I realized he remembers to call  

Thinking back for a word,thought, phrase
A Flooding of memories My heart cried
We had many nannies after mommy died
To young to know, or ask, but I still tried

They said it was a tragedy
Where I stood it was a calamity
My father, a gentle man took a stand
He gave love with open arms and hands

Was my true birthday lost in confusion
Was this mix up a retribution
There was never a final conclusion
Only the correction resolution

I’ve learned not to live in hate and despair
I’ve learned to forgive ,love is in the air
We all have a reason for Being
Knowing without seeing

These life challenges are my test
I learned to take the good with the bad
Most importantly, to do my best

I will hate you as
long as you live!
NO matter what
you do or say
I will NEVER forgive.
Your not my mother
as of Today

Hatred
in a heart
Is destined
to rip it apart
You expect this
from a child
A teenager
willfully and wild
Inability to forgive;
festers, and grows
What you reap
you shall sew

Feeding
these feelings
is all she knows.
When a mixture of
childhood memories
Are twisted
fact and fiction
distorted with time
Love turned to hate
she is no longer mine

Physiologist today
Play the blame game
An off-spring’s
behavior
Rest solely
On the parents;
Unloved, uncaring
absent parents
Never sharing

However
In her case
that’s not true
A weekend, dad
and a  step-father
She never appreciated
what she had
Much love
in a mostly
happy home

Her Memories,
stories ,fabricated.
to deflect
her irrational  
behavior.
I did not teach
her to lie and steel,
She needs to rely
on a narrative
to circumvent
The way
she treats
her children,
Their traumatic ordeal

“It!s not about
what is REAL”
“It’s about
what I feel”
However, when
I mentioned
let’s talk
to your
Phycologist together!
Absolutely never
of course Not
that would expose
the whole
ball of  wax
That says a lot!

How about the way
I feel!
What about
My ordeal
A Disabled
Mother
Elderly abuse
swept under the rug
I’m Afraid
of her aggression
Add thirty years
of built repressed
unadulterated
hate and rage

Forgiveness,
turn the page
I’m guilty
Of many things
Of letting her hit
abuse me
I became
her whipping Post,
physically, emotionally
I am guilty of
Not holding
her accountable
For her actions.

The abuse
verbal and physical
Demons are fed
with time apart
Time for HATE
to harden the heart

parents are at fault
for many things
I was a young mother
Children don’t come
with instructions
Convinced by these facts,
In all the qualities I lack
This realization
will not change a thing.
The past is the past.

How can I help my child
To see, to know ,accept
a good upbringing
not perfect by no means
Dealing with a willful child
Stubborn
, a war of wills
Always determined
to get her way
I use to say
“this is a difficult age”
My husband reply
“You say that every year”!

Start with accepting blame
The past cannot be changed
Remains of the past
stunt reality and  
create delusion of present
that will not
meet your Needs
expectations and desires
Defeatist mindset
present quandary  
A bleeding heart  
for all to  see
a narcissist
plays the
victim’s game

This is a tragic tale of a broken relationship. My life long friend cannot seem to work it out with her adult child. Most give up walk  away but she keeps trying

Each and Every person is
Entitled
To have an
Opinion

It’s your
Prerogative to
Disagree
With Any Opinion.

However
It’s Absolutely  
NEVER
Acceptable

To Humiliate
In any way,  
Shape or Form
Because

They don’t
Subscribe
To the same
Ideologies as you


Instead Exemplify
Love in Kindness
Humility and Honor
Respect with Grace

We need More
People Endowed with
these attributes
and qualities

If you READ a Poem
You don’t agree with, Don’t embark upon
A ****** Tale of Skulduggery
It’s NOT an Acceptable Endeavor

If your Thoughts, and Comments
Do NOT add Value
To the Poet’s Poem , Refrain
Scroll On By

Remember, The Old Adage
If you don’t have
Anything, Nice To Say
Don’t say Anything At All

FYI

A Quintain  is poetry in a series of four lines that make up a stanza.
QUAGRE means Four
A Simple RHYME scheme would be ABCB used in each stanza throughout the poem
But not a requirement., no rhyme stanzas are perfectly acceptable.  
There are eight different types of quatrains I am going to present them in the next couple of poems, that’s my goal.