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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reckoning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother was carried to heaven<br>On the day that I turned six, <br>She died of tuberculosis<br>Spitting blood in a coughing fit, <br>She'd been so ill for a long long time<br>That I couldn't recall her smile, <br>My father, he just grumbled, said: <br>'Your Ma will be gone for a while.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She's gone to sing in a choir up there, <br>Who knows how long she will be? '<br>But I saw the coffin that carried her out, <br>The hearse and the burial tree, <br>I watched as it sank down into the ground<br>And my father just left it there, <br>Went off to visit my 'aunt', he said, <br>A woman with long, blond hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stayed at home, such a lonely child, <br>And went to a place in my head, <br>Where mother was fit and without a care<br>She laughed at the things I said, <br>My father left me alone a lot<br>So mother would tell me, 'Shush! '<br>We'd laugh and giggle when he went out<br>But talk in a sort of hush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I played outside at other times<br>Where the grass grew long and wild, <br>I'd catch the skinks as they darted past, <br>I was always a curious child, <br>I'd bring the Sleepy Lizards home, <br>My father didn't mind, <br>He said I could keep the pets I caught, <br>I thought he was being kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then one day he came on home<br>With this 'aunt', who moved right in, <br>He said they were married now, so I<br>Should call her 'Mum', not Jen.<br>I scowled, and went to my room to cry, <br>My mother was looking sad, <br>She said, 'just do what your father says, <br>I'm your Mother, but he's your Dad.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Jenny, she was all right at first<br>She tried to make me smile, <br>But I was feeling rebellious then, <br>And turned my back for a while, <br>I kept my rabbits and guinea pigs<br>And fed them out in their hutch, <br>But Jenny came out to look at them, <br>And she didn't like them much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew, she wrinkled her powdered nose<br>And said, 'Oh pew! They stink! <br>We'll have to find you a hobby, one<br>That's pure and clean, I think.'<br>I heard her talking to father, say<br>That she thought I was rather slow, <br>She wanted the garden tidied up<br>So my animals had to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was just about that time, I think<br>That my mother said goodbye, <br>She couldn't stay in that house, she said, <br>It was time for her to fly, <br>She left me alone in a great big world<br>So I brought a Lizard inside, <br>And put it under my bedclothes<br>Thought it a perfect place to hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Jenny made the bed, she screamed<br>And shook me like a rag, <br>She went and got a kitchen knife<br>And a plastic shopping bag, <br>She made me put the Lizard in<br>Then she took the bag outside, <br>And stabbed and stabbed 'til the Lizard bled, <br>'Til my Lizard friend had died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now bury it! ' she said to me, <br>'And don't you ever dare<br>Bring filthy animals into this house, <br>For if you do, I swear...'<br>At this she put the knife to my throat<br>And stood and watched me scream, <br>I saw the hate in her powdered face<br>It was like an awful dream! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenever my father left the house<br>She'd always scream and shout, <br>Knock me around for the slightest thing<br>Then drag me, throw me out, <br>Lock the door so I couldn't get in<br>And give me nothing to eat, <br>She said if I told my Dad on her<br>It would only get me beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She killed my rabbits, cooked them up<br>And served them from a pot, <br>She gave me a crooked, evil grin: <br>'You'd better eat the lot! '<br>I found myself in a black, black rage<br>Inside, at the things she'd done, <br>And hoped that my father would go on out<br>And buy himself a gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never knew what she did to me, <br>I never would dare to say, <br>I knew that she'd get me on my own<br>And then there'd be hell to pay, <br>So I stayed outside in the barren fields<br>And found me a hessian sack, <br>Then went for a hunt with a long, forked stick, <br>It was time to get her back! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waited until he'd gone away, <br>Was gone two days or more, <br>Then bit my tongue as she raved at me, <br>Spat hate from the kitchen door, <br>The morning came, and there wasn't a sound<br>To come from that angry head, <br>And I will never regret the day<br>I put a snake in her bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10 March 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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On the day that I turned six, 
She died of tuberculosis
Spitting blood in a coughing fit, 
She'd been so ill for a long long time
That I couldn't recall her smile, 
My father, he just grumbled, said: 
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