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Mother's Monster The room is dark and somethings not right. I look down the hallway, where is the light? Someone is coming, I want to scream. He is not loving, and he will be mean. He'll tell me he loves you, and that it's Ok, But all I want, is for him, to go away. He has no love, and big, soft hands, He is her friend, a so called man. The hands make my skin crawl, and his thick Southern drawl! He is not my protector, and not my friend. Is this the way, of all grown men? I make pins into crosses, to drive him away. Maybe he's a vampire, of the modern day. But this does not stop him, the TVs a liar Maybe I can burn him, with hot ashes or fire? Nothing works or I'm afraid to try. He said if I tell, he'll tell them it's lies. The quiet has come, and soon so will he Make some noise! Begin, count one, two, three. Don't hold your breathe, you must breath. No, do not get down, down on your knees. He will begin, and I'll play my part, But he can not touch me, inside of my heart! Where is my Daddy? Why doesn't he come? From this horrible thing, we both could run. God, I know that you're busy, and have much to do, But please reach my Daddy, and give him a clue. I am here, here with Mommy, and she is not right, Her friend, is the Monster, that comes in the night. For all the lost little girls that are afraid of the night, I give you my love, and a big, bright nightlight.......... |
Additional Notes:
Today I read a poem and it sent me reeling.....then out poured this poem. When I was a little girl of five my Mother took me and my sisters and left my Daddy. He looked everywhere for us and finally he hired a PI. They found us in Ark., living with my mother and her boyfriend. I am grown, but I am still afraid of the dark and the quiet. My TV stays on twenty-four seven just for the noise. Makes you wonder what we, as children, choose to forget, doesn't it?!! Thank you.
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