the medallion…poem 4

she grew up under the strictest of rules…a Texas girl…whose mother raised her on The King James version of the Bible…a red leather book with gold lettering on it proclaiming to be holy…it surely was…

inside the scriptures she wrote her name with a black ink pen…then her mother’s name as well as her father’s…she created a whole family tree on those empty pages at the front of the book…all the way back to the very first governor of the lone star state…hers was a rich tradition which over the years had deteriorated into nothing more than Southern poverty…

her grandfather’s grandfather was fond of the bottle…so was her grandfather and her father too…a whole family fortune pissed away through whiskey and beer…this disease did not plague the young girl…she saw it’s damage and avoided it at all cost…

this once famous Texas family now lived hand to mouth…paycheck to paycheck…daddy worked for the bus company as a driver…he had a wander lust…wanted two things in life…drinking and driving…he was most comfortable behind the wheel…

and every dime went towards alcohol…after the rent was paid on their small two bedroom apartment in Dallas…shared by two parents and three kids…money went through the holes of the old man’s work pants quicker than a mist on a Saturday afternoon…man had no purpose…just drinking and driving a bus…the raising of the children was placed on the mom…

but they believed in that Bible…sought it out in hard times…prayed every night for forgiveness of sins never committed…felt guilty for being human…they were all too human… too human…

so she went to church every Sunday…sang in tune to the pitch pipe and prayed to Lord Jehovah on high…it was all she had…all she had…

dear Lord…give us our daily bread…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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