Domestic Violence Month.

Mummy says I am not allowed to say.

October is Domestic Violence  Month. This is my take on the subject through the eyes of a child. I wrote this in 2012.

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Every night it is the same, 

Mum and dad play their game. 

Daddy shouts and mummy cries 

It is very frightening when dad’s fists start to fly.

It no fun to hear things go bump 

And mum falls after dad given her a clump.  

In the morning  mum looks pale 

But she always smiles as the neighbours she hails.

I don’t like to see mum’s bruises 

Or to hear the words that dad uses. 

I don’t want to go to school 

I want to stay with mum in case dad is cruel. 

He rings her in the day and threatens her, 

I don’t want to see, don’t want to care.

Hiding  underneath the bed clothes pretending it is not real 

They just keep on, not caring how I feel. 

Mummy says I must stay quiet and keep out of his way.

I am not allowed to talk of this at school 

Or mention that dad treats mummy so cruel.

Arrrgh! what was that awful scream,

I hate daddy he is so mean…. 

That was the font door ……….. 

It’s quiet now no shouting any more. Mummy Mummy are you there , Mummy mummy are you there.

Creeping forward  down the stair Mummy is laying on the floor 

Her head at a funny angle to the door. 

Mummy , mummy answer please , Mummy mummy please don’t tease. Mummy mummy daddy has gone Mummy mummy speak, come on!

photo credit http://ncmbts.blogspot.co.uk/

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Another poem to bring the effects of abuse on children who live in fear of violence, out into the open. When parents fight the whole family suffer. Children live in fear. This is not right.

Valentine’s Day

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Beautiful Roses their message plain , they were oh! so lovely when they came. Chocolates and champagne too such a handsome way to say “I love you” Sadly handsome is as handsome does  and no one wants to make a fuss. But the message seems to fade away  as tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall , the vase smashed, the flowers scattered as to the floor they fall. No good to offer soothing words screams and shouts are all that’s heard. The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known the neighbours have no idea of the grief wreaked in this home. Things get worse she grabs a knife she’ll put an end to all this strife. She cuts him once she cuts him twice …” You need to learn to be be more nice  ” she whispers with a smile. He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once  but she always manages to repel their response. The truth is they would not  believe that the poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved. She carries no marks or bruises no, none at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man  who tries to please his wife the best he can . But she cannot be appeased nothing he does for her can make her pleased. She swears she loves him she swears it will change  but week after week it is the same. He will do or say something wrong and her devil will be on him before long.

He has tried to leave her tried to go  but she begged and weeped and carried on so, she promised she would get help. He cannot see any  way out , he cowers in the corner as she screams and  shouts. The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ……… then comes the usual banging at the door.