Where Was I In
the Middle of It?
by Sherrie L. Graham
She sleeps, waiting to transition.
And, you still want to control her.
Yet, you do what is only good for you.
During your life with her, you ignored.
When others saw and cried out for help.
You stayed in denial that anything was wrong.
Your son was always welcomed.
Your eldest was and is a stranger.
Why did you not take time?
Your need for power was within only you.
Both of you deserved each other.
Why make others around you unhappy?
Yet, you did knowingly.
If it wasn't about you or her,
Then it didn't matter.
If you didn't have to see it, you denied it.
Your own selfishness has caused this rife.
And, you don't see it.
And neither does not son or grandsons.
You chose to be abusive.
Others saw how you treated me.
And tried to treat me the same way.
I chose not to let it happen.
Where was I in the middle of it?
And, you still want to control her.
Yet, you do what is only good for you.
During your life with her, you ignored.
When others saw and cried out for help.
You stayed in denial that anything was wrong.
Your son was always welcomed.
Your eldest was and is a stranger.
Why did you not take time?
Your need for power was within only you.
Both of you deserved each other.
Why make others around you unhappy?
Yet, you did knowingly.
If it wasn't about you or her,
Then it didn't matter.
If you didn't have to see it, you denied it.
Your own selfishness has caused this rife.
And, you don't see it.
And neither does not son or grandsons.
You chose to be abusive.
Others saw how you treated me.
And tried to treat me the same way.
I chose not to let it happen.
Where was I in the middle of it?
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