Just one time.
Never again.
But allow it once.
Forgive me, God.
Maybe one more time.
My soul is weak.
I can't seem to stop-
Humble human that I am--
Forgive me that I am.

Was that just a generation away?
A time when my mother had no voice.
A time when my mother was told to be seen, but not heard.

Was that just a generation away?
A time when a woman had to endure the rant of a man.
A time when an angry man was held in awe.

Was that just a generation away?
When a woman jumped to grab the salt which sat a foot away
from the man.
A time when a woman had to justify a missing sock.

Was that just a generation away?
Do people still try to pull that ****?
Let it go.

Grew up with too many
Lived life with too many
Took care of too many
Loved by too many
Plagued by too many
Lost too many
Years too many

Life is sorry short
As a child to watch
to never speak;
As a wife to obey
always be meek;
As a caretaker
eyes never leak;
At death,
leave the bleak.
A woman's life is
sorry short.

Love removed
Never near the place
Mossy damp darkness
The feeling of almost, but not quite
Remembering in a dream,
But forgetting to linger in the dream
Harsh woken by reality

Love removed
The thing feared most
Yet it happened
The sharing removed
The pang that  will never be
Not regained and as before
Harsh woken by reality.