Monday, April 1, 2013
She ruled over everyone around her,
she commanded all those in sight,
a narcissist ruled her own little world,
and demands preceded her day and night.
How unfortunate she became a mother,
for she had no concern; none that could last,
and they grew more distant as her son grew
for she couldn't control him as in the past.
He dared to stand up and that wouldn't do
for she was a princess and he was a peasant
created to perform all her verbal commands,
she'd show him, and it wouldn't be pleasant.
What could she do to make his life miserable
she pondered alone in her room that day,
to bend and shape him to her selfish will?
Oh, but she would find a way to make him pay.
Her goal was to bring him home on his knees
so she took his money, and his Christmas gift
and she would not, could not call it stealing,
but it gouged a new wound and widened the rift.
He was wounded by her wicked schemes
as she turned her back on him that crucial hour,
but he knew her better than anyone else
and he determined to escape her power.