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The Dutiful Wives Club… a poem

The Dutiful Wives Club Beaten, bruised inside and out. Her eyes on the ground & stay there. Soft sad voice mumbling answers No, I fell. Really. And I’m clumsy by nature. Hands clench, eyes tear.The physical pain can be cured with pills and potions, patting and presents. Inside her heart is raw with letting it(…)

The best excuse you can ever think of…

He didn’t like to make excuses. He felt that people should never make excuses. They should own what they do and just get the job done. He had no time for people who said sorry or explained away failures with pathetic excuses. He’d had associates who had done that in the past. One in particular(…)

Secrets…

Our family ran on secrets. Dad’s parents disowned him for having a suspicious liking for boys. Dad as found “doing things” with a man in a public toilet in 1958. My uncle (my Mother’s brother) disowned Mum and Dad after Dad was charged for his indiscretion Mum couldn’t cope without a support network and had(…)