A New Rule
CLARITY: TRANSITION ELEMENTS | Moment One Hundred Forty-Four
I saw
how he punished his kids.
So, I went to my mom
to tell her I broke the little window
in his little Gremlin.
He wasn’t home yet.
He was out working
in his little dump truck.
I broke down in tears.
Though I don’t recall
details,
it seems to me
that this was the day
my mom brokered
a new rule.
He wasn’t to punish us
the way he did “his kids.”
After all, mom didn’t like
the way his mom treated us.
Later he found ways
around this rule.
