Blessed Burden

March. 1945 unwanted from his first breath.

A mother's blessing born

a father's burden worn.

The bright shine of the sunrise along the tile floor to the open door.

With blood on the streets she lay on the mattress.

Staring aimlessly.

Numb

dark and decayed

On the bathroom floor of their rundown apartment.

Scraping fingers on tile just to feel something.

Unwanted by a bastard father.

Unwanted

but through the hazel eyes of his mother.

She's praying for god to save her.

"Please save me." but when she needs him most

he doesn't answer.

Another rosary

another unanswered plea.

"Please take us away

please let us be safe.

Let everyone that sees me forget my face."

But all she gets is the drunk with his fists and that old devil look in his eye.

Him and Jack

that gambling debt

that old devil look in his eye.

And without warning he raises his hand to her and says

"Your god can't hear you

not down here.

No one will save you because no one cares."

And with her newborn boy

they would cry until the early morning light.

It was the first of many

many sleepless nights.