Stories mother told

Mother – today I try to remember the good
My heart throbbing from years of abuse and my mind is numb
From the neglect I’ve endured

I can’t remember your kindness
Or love. It wasn’t there
Despite what you say
While buried in your books
Or choosing your muse

Around the world Bedtime storied are told to children
Print or memories yet I recall only one
You ever told

Distant planet – a fearsome king
And his servant bride
She shattered his vase of precious crystals
Afraid of his rage, scattered the shards
Hence a ring circled their planet
Softening his heart

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