A Sad Memory from Childhood

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I recalled this memory.

I was five or six

it was the middle of morning

when I hear my Mother moaning

in the lowest of voices

as to not wake my Brother or me.

“Please John, don’t hit me again.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

Please….Please, you are hurting me.”

It has been sixty-five years

since that memory.

Still every once in a while

that memory returns

to haunt my very soul.

My Father came in late that night.

He had been drinking.

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