Death's Freedom

She woke up to crying, and wiping the sleep from her eyes, the young but oldest daughter of a single parent, creep-ed into the bedroom where tears rolled freely. Trying to find security for her children in a man who promised strength for her kids, this able mother, found new scars for each day she lad helpless in his arms. Now gone as if called by a demon for his daily vitamin drink for more mayhem, her boyfriend in borrowed swagger slid down the road giving the night air a rest from the gentle but sure cries of a mother too concerned for her children to make sounds that were in-keeping with her pain.
     Beaten again, this time for that, for yesterday, she was beaten for the other, and now looking into the eyes of her oldest, still too young to fully understand the predicament her mom was in. Not too long ago mom would cry soft tears of longing and need, now her tears are replaced with grief and pain too great for face and words alone. As if to console one another, their embraced together gave the rising sun their make do family greeting.
     With his some what walk of control, this dude with a chip passed a tree that hug over head, and spit on it as if life owed him more then it could afford. Stopping at the bar for a few more drinks to adjust his already cantankerous attitude, the demons that knew him on a first name bases, smiled with glee in mind, for they knew what was coming next, was but the tip of their ice-berg for him and his make shift family.
     Security that was promised to land such a beauty, was always meant to bring the promise hope it intended. But this Finn was hell bent on destruction even if it was her and hers as a pose to his own. A man was design to be a house-band...but this fool gave every indication that he did not receive God's memo, and because God does not sleep, as day was breaking so to the clouds that would rain on this man's pa-raid.
     Thunder gave the other sleepers their reasons to find mom's room, as one by one they gathered under the covers as mom opened her arms to embrace the rest of her crew. Hearing the thunder and all juiced up, demons and man left the bar with a compass set on home. As the man was stumbling past the same tree hours before, heaven had a spit program of it's own, as lightning hit the tree and sent it falling with such a crush it frighten the demons and they were invisible. It was a done deal, the man was dead sure nuff, and the demons knew death well enough to testify of it. It wasn't long before the phone rang, and the stained eyed mother picked up the phone. What came next was freedom, and the tears that rolled down her cheeks was more then the thank you to God, He would accept...nj