Hush Little Baby

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.

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Another Poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month

 

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jymiely
    Apr 26, 2012 @ 03:14:35

    it pinches my heart so painfully 😦

    Reply

  2. lostupabove
    Apr 26, 2012 @ 08:52:34

    Lately there seems to be an increase in women killing their(newborn) babies. I don’t know why, it just seems to be so.

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Apr 26, 2012 @ 09:13:32

      Often with new born babies it is post natal depression which drives a new mother to murder her baby.Post natal depression is a terrible thing, a mental illness. It is a whole other subject of which I am sure you are aware.The subject is too huge and intricate to tackle here.
      In this poem here I am looking at the phenomenon of the circle of abuse. The child is born to a mother too young or not mentally capable of coping. Not knowing how to love or cope with baby and home. Often living in poor conditions with little money. No support from family or state slipping through the welfare system. These mothers often very young have known no love and have virtually been dragged up often feeling they are an encumbrance and a nuisance they know nothing else. How can they cope, they need help they are abused and sadly they will if not helped become abusers too. This is so sad but it happens. The circle of abuse just goes on and on and it must be broken.

      Reply

  3. zendictive
    Apr 26, 2012 @ 13:36:58

    raise your banner high and others will follow, you have given this cause an excellent selection of stories that relay how horrific this topic is and rally others to march with you and those thatwant to put an end to child abuse and or slavery…

    great write (~_~)

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Apr 26, 2012 @ 14:08:13

      Thank you Art,it is so good to know that you have found this selection of stories as something that couls stir people to rise up and do something! Thank you Art!

      Reply

  4. granbee
    Apr 27, 2012 @ 17:09:20

    Children having children is most often the cause of this type of infant abuse! Thank you for highlighting this particular aspect of child abuse!

    Reply

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