In the depths of a poignant day so grand
I asked you to join, hand in hand
To witness my son’s baptism, a moment divine
But you declined, a reason undefined
“I’m not going anywhere on Mother’s Day,” you said
Leaving me with disappointment and dread
Yet, when Aunt (Name Removed)’s voice did ring
The truth unfolded, a different thing
She spoke of your presence, Grandpa (Name Removed) too
At the baptism, where love anew
We shared and celebrated, a family affair
A moment of joy, beyond compare
Why did you lie, then harbor jealousy’s sting
Knowing Grandpa (Name Removed) was my chosen wing?
This day, so important, you chose to deceive
Leaving wounds that are hard to relieve
Betrayed by falsehood, hurt by the guise
In the shadows of deceit, the trust dies
A moment cherished, tainted by lies
Leaving questions unanswered, tears in our eyes
When my son was 2, I had him baptized at his father’s church. I called my mother’s mother, who lived in Florida, and asked her to attend. She told me they were not going anywhere for mother’s day. I didn’t think anything of it, then called my mother’s father, who lived in Michigan and asked him. Neither could come, and I understood. However, the next day I called my aunt, who lived in North Carolina, and she informed me that my mother’s mother was there for mother’s day. I remember saying, “Really? I asked her to come here, (Wisconsin) for (Name Removed)’s baptism and she said they weren’t leaving Florida.” I don’t remember what my aunt said, but I remember the extreme betrayal I felt from yet another lie my Grandmother told me. She lied a lot, and often about the silliest things. There will be many more poems and posts. So why did I used to lie so much? I don’t know, maybe you can come to your own conclusion. Why was I berated for lying? I don’t know. You can come to your own conclusion on that, too.
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