motherhood

My sister showed me a message from my half-brother she received through facebook at lunchtime. There was brief news in there without any detail. Both of us have not seen our half brother and sister for some considerable time through our own choice. Although, we hold no grudges or ill feelings towards Ellie and Dan since kids are often a victim of circumstances and you cannot choose your family or what happens within it. Sometimes however, you need distance from a parent who has other motives or agendas.

My sister and I learned the value of family the hard way but also through the uncomprimisng Love of our Father who nurtured us with a heart as big as Jupiter and who battled on against hardships both emotional and financial to give us the best start in life he could. A story to long to type here but it is enough to say I have no time for those who treat their family as a commodity and invest no time in cultivating it, particually when it comes to children for parents are god in children's eyes and nothing else matters to them.

I am annoyed with someone I have known for a long time. I once said I would bust his balls, if he was fucking up. Quite frankily he has well exceeded the point of redemption and troubles have been pointed out to him on more than one occassion from various angles. The only thing left is the hangman to pull the trapdoor on the his marriage and ironically, he is the ignorant and arrogant hangman himself.

Thus this is a poem founded on what can only be discribed as my digust of someone who had the foundation of a great family and who quite frankily does nothing to prove he deserves it.

He would do well to remember "We reap what we nuture" - and not everything we nuture is for the best.