Can’t you stop that child crying he is doing my head in! He goes on and and on incessant crying there’s no bloody peace and that smell gets in to your skin.
Shut up! Shut up!! will you shut up your driving him up the wall. You scream, he nags the blame’s always laid at my door. You won’t eat you won’t sleep shut up I don’t know what to do at all! Stop, Stop my head hurts , now look I’ve knocked you to the floor.
Be quiet, be quiet, ssh! he really needs his rest . He has to be up up for work he doesn’t realize I am doing my best. Here drink this bloody bottle ..what now is it too hot ! Okay, okay if you don’t want to feed you can stay there in your cot!
Be quiet, please please be quiet will you settle now , stop stop !! If you don’t let me change this nappy I just won’t bother …….. now. OH! for goodness sake will you stop that noise why can’t you be like other babies bundles of cooing joys?
ARRRRRGH! I can’t take it any more shut your bloody noise stop, stop I am sick of you………… there that shut you up.
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Covering up her baby the young woman walks away, silence, golden silence she has not had that for days. Memories flood in to her head, her mother screaming at her, screaming in her face and being hungry and cold in her bed.
The vows she made the love she craved, the mistakes she’d said she’d never make. OH! no she’d been just like her mother again she’d shouted at and hurt the babe. But what was she to do. She has no idea of what to do with a baby, three of them in this squalid, two room flat, living hand to mouth would drive anyone crazy.
She goes back in the room the baby is silent still. Yet he does not look right …. something does not look good is he breathing ? It is hard to see in this light. Bending down she picks him up …ah! yes at least he is breathing . Gently now and quietly she takes him into their room her boyfriend’s asleep now she prays that neither will stir for any time soon.
There is dirty washing everywhere, the cupboards are bare of proper food she sits there hugging baby tight ( too tight) silver light from the TV flickers and to it she is glued.
Where is the help these children need where is the help they were promised. It is quiet now but that will not last, will someone take away their baby and will these older children be admonished . Will some one end the circle of abuse.
Sadly the abused can become abusers.
Another Poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month
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Oh, Sis… this broke my heart…💔
I know and it happens it really does 💜
How very unfortunate that people who should NOT have children go and have them.
Life is never fair 😞
No it isn’t
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It’s so hard to cope with a baby when there are two of you. When it’s the mother coping on her own and the father blaming her for his loss of comfort, it tips so many young women over the edge. Your poem goes to the heart of it.
A horrible thought but we can’t ignore it …can we 😔
I thought we were supposed to be opposing toxic masculinity? It goes to the core of our society, but it’s obviously not as important as football or what’s on the telly.
Yes it’s no better after all the years of trying the world still has not grown up
I wonder how much we’ve tried. In the home, the old rules still apply in the majority of cases.
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Too many children and mum’s are struggling.
Yes I know even those who have not been abused, motherhood is the hardest job we ever do 💜💜
And the most rewarding.
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It’s heartbreaking Willow, and a vicious circle.
Yes it is Di 💜💜
Yes, the abused can become the abusers.
Such a sad cycle 💜
Willow, I don’t think I could write the awareness posts you have written after working around children all day. Bless you. 💕
It is a sad fact of life Jennie and we must not bury it under the carpet 💜💜
True!