Be careful with the little ones

I was two when my parents divorced.
My first memory is of my father
carrying my mother, slung over his shoulder,
down the hallway to their bedroom.

After he left the house, I walked from
the living room to their bedroom.
“Mommy, are you ok?”

She was crying.

After the divorce there was an emptiness.
I still feel it.
It took years before my father gained the
right to visit with my brother and I.
Once a week.

Eventually another man was there.
That’s when the real torture began.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

‘A controlling personality is never satisfied. They will manipulate your time, your content mindset, your ability to laugh and be happy when there is nothing to be happy about for the pure jealousy of it. They will imprison you with irrational outbursts while pulling at your sanity; after all, you are the crazy one. They will take your very freedom to think. They will ¬†push onward with the power of their stupidity until they have left you ruined and wondering how you became yourself.’ ¬†– the young child put their mother’s diary back into the night stand.

-M. Taggart

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Too Much Rain –

Too much rain makes us feel impatiently human
As we rock our children to sleep
They, collectively, shake their hands
No more
We place them into their cribs
And listen to the drops fall

None of this is hidden
Watch any single piece of rain fall onto an overturned bucket
First you’ll see the one become many
Second you’ll remember the sound of growth

Sleepily we close the windows
The rain will not stop
However, we are not ready to lay ourselves down

Our children will awaken
We’ll hear them well
as they play with their imaginations
asking us to come along

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017