She was an amazing woman, she was my Mom. She was courageous, and did the best she could1
My Mom was born in May of 62' to Bev and Gerald Dobbs. In a small town in Ontario. My Nana Bev was very much in love with my Papa from what i have been told and what i have learnt over the years. When my Mom was one year old, my Papa and his brother were driving in the mountains in BC to find my Papa's family a new home. When tragically a log truck they were driving behind lost a log and went through the windshield of my Papa's vehicle. Puncturing his throat and killing him instantly. My Nana was also pregnant with my Aunt Janice. The happy family fell apart. When my mom was about 13 months or so she was diagnosed with cancer. I could never imagine what my Nana had to go through nor what my Mom had to go through at that age. There gap of time where i dont really know of anything.In this time my Nana had my Aunt Heather with a man that no one really knows about. Then my Nana married a man named Brian. Brian was an evil man he beat my Nana and molested my Mom, probably my Aunts too. I look at all the pictures and the only one smiling is Brian. My Nana had a baby with Brian that's my Aunt Shelley. My Nana died when i was two and my Mom went balistaic...i could imagine why though...2
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nicely done
This is an incredible piece of writing, the imagery one gets from the words and the questions posed could take one a life time to consider and one would still not reach a conclusion. The first couplet, what gives the sanctimonious the right to judge others, the second, not sure about alms or arms of the whore but either way temptaion strikes us all, even the sanctimonious, the third couplet, how many times do we hear of the preachers of good living lives of evil against their own teachings, the fourth perhaps most pertinent to those of us here, we pan our words and then doubt them, we wait for comments on them and hope that someone somewhere will like what they have read,the fifth maybe in two parts to me, who are we to judge the life of someone we do not know, we may see the final picture but we do not know the other parts of the life that led to that end, and then the lies of a child, or maybe not just the child, to soon in life we learn that to get what we want one may have to keep truth hidden and portray a different picture to our true aims, and then finally the last couplet, to me this says very simply I am no different to the rest, I have danced my dance and be that for the good or bad it is the dance I did, judge me?? can you judge me??.
A wonderful thought provoking work well done -
it sounds for areat autobiograghy.....i want to read more
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