When I kissed those lips, It was the same lips that had never been nursed by a mother's breast. When I kissed your cheek, It was the same cheek that had one day been slapped by your mom in a fitful rage. When I signed on the line, I should have read the fine print, that most days you would inwardly cringe from me, as you once cringed from her, and you would live in fear you would be abandoned because she had forsaken you. I only ask that you give me a clean slate—a fresh start, I ask you to see me for me instead of making me into shadow puppets of your villainous mother. *This is a FICTIONAL poem written from the perspective of a woman who had married a man with a harsh childhood. The truth is I am married to a well-adjusted man with a caring mother. **Pray for the nations. It is easy with this free ebook: Beseeching Grace: An International Prayer Collection.