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| My Mother Never..... | ||||||||
| My Mother never sang during the whole of her marriage to my father. Nothing unusual in that perhaps, until I discovered, at the ripe old age of forty-five, that she had forsaken a career in music, giving up her place at the Royal Academy to marry him. | ||||||||
| I think perhaps he knocked the tunes right out of her head when he destroyed her dreams of happiness and perfect family life. He slowly filled her head with trivialities, later replacing these with insecurities. He then added insults before moving on to injury; his jealousy provided her with blackened eyes and busted lips which he then forced her to parade like diamonds and rubies, to be admired. | ||||||||
| Somewhere, deep within, she must have locked those tunes away, buried them deep for safe keeping, out of his brutal reach. As she protected them, they in turn protected her, keeping her sane in a world filled with madness. | ||||||||
| Maybe she brought them out in private moments and tried them on for size? Perhaps just the knowledge of them was enough for her? | ||||||||
| My mother never sang for twenty-five wasted years. | ||||||||
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