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!

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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.

Mummy says I am not allowed to say.

Every night it is the same, mum and dad play their game. Daddy shouts and mummy cries it is very frightening when daddy’s arms start to fly.

It no fun to hear things go bump and see mum fall 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 you see he and threatens her, I know I’ve heard yet they think that I don’t see.

Hiding  underneath the bed clothes pretending it is not real they just keep on and 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 my dad treats my mummy so cruel.

Domestic Violence hurts everyone

SSSH! what was that awful scream, I hate daddy he is so mean…. that was the font door ……….. it is quiet now there is no shouting any more. Mummy Mummy are you there , mummy mummy are you there ( creeping forward and then 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 away mummy mummy speak to me something say.

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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.

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