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When Death Comes - She was not God.
by Rhonda Maneki
You ruled from a mountain of anger
and misguided hate, surrounded by
a dead grove of obscenity. Your trunk
was so strong, gnarled, weathered
with age and bitterness...
-But you ruled-
Your gluttony was your self-imposed
importance,swallowed with warped
judgments. These judgments were never
yours to impose. You were not God,
oh, yes, You ruled as if you were,
...God...
But, you weren't, because God
does not die and
you did.
You ruled with a dagger,
Your tongue so vile, full
of barbs and lashes.
You used fear - to rule
your domain...
Your absence of love
the price to be paid in full
if your bidding was never done,
or you were not worshiped.
And yes, the hungry, the needy
small hearts they obediently bowed,
each of the seven - bowed and
craved with adoration for your love,
which was never there...
yet you taunted them with it,
as you would offer water to a desert!
They would drink everything you
offered so eagerly, although,
it was toxic - they drank.
You taunted them with a
silvered offering of flowery promise,
a mothers love...
A love you never had.
The only love you taught them,
was sheer and utter selfishness,
laced with bitterness and hate.
In your obscene mangled hands,
You murdered innocent souls..
Who blindly thought,
You loved them...
I know, I loved one of them,
once long ago, I thought love
could heal anything, anyone,
I truly did, believe,
yet, I could never heal him,
for he was flawlessly
your creation.
He could never find himself,
He was so a part of you.
And now today you
are dead so are the seven,
for there was never any light
in their lives they only
saw darkness.
They will have to learn to
walk again a step at a time
in newness, without your
strangling hold upon their
abused souls.
I pray for peace today,
for each of them,
I pray for you...
I simply pray.
02/21/2007 Author's Note: My son called me this morning his grandmother my ex- mother in law had just died. I never knew what to feel or how to be with this. The last time I saw her my baby had just died of cancer - her words to me where:
" He was only your son Rhonda, no one really wanted him, I'm glad he is dead he was burden to the entire family". My son, died of cancer at age 12 - he was born with many disabilities, but, he was beautiful and I loved him - for 12 years oh, how I loved him.
She could be so cruel...
Posted on 02/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Rhonda Maneki
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/22/07 at 06:17 AM well thats a pretty harsh story. sorry that happened to you. i guess the good thing is even though you were unfortunate with the parent, you could still love your own children fully. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/22/07 at 09:19 AM It is sad, by the second stanza I knew it was a mother. My heart kept telling me it was not so, but my mind knew better. Pity the woman who lived this way. Your son shined more beauty in 12 years than she could in a lifetime. |
| Posted by Rebecca Andre on 02/22/07 at 10:45 PM some great descriptions in this, very biting.
I could sense it was a mother from the first. very well done! a great way to release some anger, i think. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/08 at 04:07 PM I can tell from the depth of the poem the depth of this woman's influence in your life and others. Very sad. You descriptions are vivid and frightening, as a vengeful God would look. How fortunate for your children that you love with a caring mother's heart. |
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