Mother    - - - for the Mother Comp

 
They told me you hated me at first
Spent five months insane; institutionalized
At five I was your favourite child, your son
But your sexual abuse, made me guarded
 
In and out of psychiatric hospitals mentally disturbed
You taught me to always be on my guard for anything
Yet you abandoned me to my fate of torturous mayhem
Father and church violence and sexual abuse: You Knew!
 
You kept up the pretence that nothing ever happened
Your son now a man yet you protected his and theirs reputations  
How was it for you, awake and listening to the screams
Did you have that post coital cigarette; glad it wasn’t you
 
You let your whole miserable life slip away: No admissions
There was no peace or justice for anyone, least of all me
You were no mother, sadly, you never made the grade
You went to your well deserved grave, a silent witness
 
Seeing your lifeless body in its casket made me feel nothing
But my hatred of you was now a work completed without compromise
There was no love there, you had extracted and twisted any there was
I hope there is a Hell where mothers get abused like their sons