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There should be some kind of revolution theology for the woman sitting on the couch - cracking up inside from too many babies and stress, but listening with her soul for the baby crying. She is worried he, the boy, might need her as the girl will be all right. She can cry they tell her to let the girl cry, and pick up the boy.

This is women's grief that I articulate, as it starts at birth while we have no one to love us when we cry, all to often. Many times we women are tough and strong, as we are the ones who lived past terrible neglect.


Submitted:Apr 25, 2011    Reads: 27    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Good Mother

For the Fatima My Love Writings

© 2010 Patricia McGurk Martin Hearst Himmler

There should be some kind of revolution theology

for the woman sitting on the couch

Cracking up inside from too many babies and stress

but listening with her soul for the baby crying

Worried he, the boy, might need her

while the girl

will be all right she can cry

they tell her to let the girl cry

She knows without hearing if her little girl cries

But she is too worried inside to do this for the boy

Losing her spiritual gifts because they always criticize

her for the boy she worries constantly

she will make a mistake or drop him the boy baby

she is only ten or eight years old still

or she is fifty years old or even 28

and is terrified she will drop the boy baby

Although she is told to let the baby girl cry

Not realizing she, the mother, is absent

almost dead inside and is missing to everyone

She can no longer hear either the boy or the girl

laugh or cry

No matter how hard she tries cries

While her husband criticizes her for not being

A good mother

And someone asks her why she has a goofy smile

On her face

Which is really the Smile of Abuse

that she can only smile

She cries tears no longer available

And tries to smile a better smile at her husband

Or her father

Or her son

Or her neighbor

As her older daughter tries to comfort her

Without anyone noticing

Bending over to hug her in her smooth

cotton dress with delicate flowers

Smelling fresh young and hopeful

Smiling quickly not making a fuss

So no one will notice her love

For her mother

that she can no longer call her own

as she is dispossessed, too

and cannot say the word Mother

any longer they told her

She prays she will be strong like her mother

And live to raise all her children

As she was told that is all the girl can expect

In Life

She prays to a God she cannot see

Because she is a girl and girls

cannot see the face of God they told her

just to raise her children

and accept this

being a good mother

is the highest calling they told her

to accept this

she will never see God

except through her husband's words

her only role is as a mother

her duties and functions belong to her husband

and she must accept this as a girl,

The Good Mother






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