Poem -

A Time I Happily Lost

He had seven pairs of identical shoes
Numbered inside to rotate, wear and routinely use

His seven suits hung in perfect gleam
His ironed shirts just thrown back his anger was seen

He saw a flaw that I could not see
'Do them again' was all he said to me

I once hummed a tune at the dining table
My reward, a slap, I was told I was not stable

My son oh there is a story
He ruled my love in a weird and mad glory

For seven years I went with the flow
I was denied my friends that pain would grow

I came to an end, an incredible low
I understood,  I would 'reap what I sow'

I secretly planned to move in speed
To unknown ground my son's future, a need

We climbed in a van with all our things
The silence so loud with incredible rings

We struggled a lot to make a life
Money so tight and feelings so rife

After months of struggle and gloom
Our future got brighter, a flower in bloom

I look back with such shame
I allowed it to happen I take all the blame

My son now is feisty, he laughs a lot
I work hard and thank God for what I've got

I'm harder now and don't suffer a fool gladly
I wish I could change the past but sadly.......

I still question why I put up in fear
But I am proud and happy I ended up here

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