“I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved” *
(199 words, 1 minute read time)
She lived, but less well than she had anticipated. Her youthful hopes prevailed, but only as time allowed, and his harsh short tolerance permitted. The hurt he withheld was nearly tolerable, and he provided enough to last her lifetime, but he never really cared, not ever, not at all. Never in the ways this woman needed.
And she needed so very little, required even less, only hope for one day more. A day to escape, to find a better, even truer love, or even better, a kinder keeper. And though she knew that somehow those things would never come to her as offerings, there was still someone out there she might hold. Someone so precious, so priceless, so beholden to her true and only love.
The love and the only life she could ever truly hold. All of those things that only her child might provide, could he ever be returned.
*Lennon. McCartney (Fixing a hole)
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-dalton
5-19-25 / 6-11-26
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