The Demon's Mother

Born on the banks,

Salty-water riptide stern

Burgeoning current- bound to stir

Backwater blush

Deposited silt and thrush

Swirling eddies grow in you

Entangled miles of entrenched sneer

Years ahead the years long before

Corrosive and indivisible—O’ what hate does breed

Chirping sharp, snorts and moans

If not for love, you’d have been without home

Misshapen smile and lizard skin

Solicits fear in them but anger in you

From cropped palate to claws & tail, each akin

To those boiled last weekend

Yet despite the alternative reality, from what we’ve been taught

This beastly sight, swaddled white, you hold to tight- preaching the fine line between disgust and delight

Everyone’s eyes avert—as if any child could be less than pure

Prayers line the lips of aunts at church

Each offering solution to his curse

Snarling weeds enrapt the hart

Roots connect deep in thee

Allowing the dead to breathe

Trimming clutter from the brook

Agonizing pains for a child so demanding

Yet all is well when he gives that look.

If a woman spends nine months of womb ripping pain, only to find an unexpected sight upon delivery—what does that do to the love shared between mother and child?

If this child is human in name alone—what toll does this have upon the mother-child paradigm—will she still decide to take him home?

What’s a mortal mom to do…

--but love this demon she’s birthed unto

 Well I took this topic of parenting in a different direction today, added a little bit of metaphor into the mix.  But the basic question is a parent loves their children regardless of "anything."  They can certainly disagree with decisions their children make, or become disappointed with actions etc... but they should, someplace inside of them, still love their children.  

I guess I've been reading a little too much psychology.  Whenever I see a mother or a father acting in less than ideal or horrendous manners I always wonder how their upbringing was, in fact it goes beyond this, anybody that does something what I at least, consider to be wrong, I think that perhaps if their upbringing was better things could have been different.  Now I'm sure that not ever ne'er do well comes from a bad family, but there is something to the train of thought, at least in terms of likelihood when put through a psychological filter anyhow.

The story that sparked this though is how a parent could go and have a blackout around their kids and then not know who took their child-lots of fishiness with that story.  So of course I instantly thought back to the Casey Anthony thing and it's a bit troubling to think of how things like these and others get going.  

Anyhow, glad I got that out.  Thanks for listening.