Moer

Moer

the moer in, furious; enraged. verb. 4. (transitive) to attack (someone or something) violently. from Afrikaans, literally: mother.

So Mom moered usI got moered twice

once because we were naughty

the second time

because I did not  stop 

my sister from being naughty

We were poor 

and I suppose

she thought

we had to be disciplined

to protect us

from worse things

today we know different

today we understand

that violence

does not solve anything

we evolved

or did we

 never moered my children

 they turned out Ok

they excelled

are balanced

and know exactly

 what they want

from life

there is this boy

who is always

in trouble

for being "naughty"

he comes from

a severely dysfunctional family

he visited us

and I helped him bake

he loved it

he was allowed to do something

he wanted to do

at home he would be smacked

 and moered

because his father

says he is not amoffie (homosexual)

and cannot bake

as it is a girl's activity

I noticed that he is hyper sensitive

he avoids touch

because his skin is sensitive

I recognized his"problem"

because my little girl

had the same symptoms

we  are fortunate

we could act and help

 her overcome

we have the financial ability

to do so

she is thriving

I ranted at his mother

I scolded his Grand Parents

I begged them

to understand

 and help him

instead of punishing him

I know because

I was that little boy

scared to death

punished for it

forced to be a "man"

I turned out OK

because I looked

for help as an adult

I realized my rebelliousness

had a cause

and I faced that problem

head on

My older  daughter

 once told me

"Daddy you do not have a guardian Angel

you have an Army of them"

Yes my child
I do
I know I do
I write this
for every child
out there
who needs one
In the hope
they will know
they are loved
that there are people
who care
who understands
that love
can cure

and to urge
them
love yourself