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.
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.