April 2 - No White After Labor Day

Your suits were 
as proper
as any worn by
Jackie Kennedy
pill box hat
gloves
that matched
high heels
also
your value
measured in
children born
shiny house
the husband
a worth you
thought your
only legacy
for me
the oldest
and only daughter
who must inherit
little did you know
the steel you
forged in the
midst of the
boney trail
of my spine
that held me true
to the me that
terrified you as
I learned from
the best as I
bore
all the pain
that filled your
heart 
spewing
angry raging
words and fists
as you railed at all
of me that was
imperfect inside
the tiny little
frame they fooled
you into believing
was all there was
for you...