I first wrote this poem years ago for a friend who works with DV victims, for publication in a magazine.
I have just reworked it following a conversation with a new friend after hearing her harrowing life story.


For My Children

For my Children! Oh, I knew I had to stand.
Too many times his cruel, angry hand

I kept from them, and bore the violent blows.
How many, only God in heaven knows.

Why did I wait? Why suffer for so long?
For my children, now, I know I must be strong.

I have to keep them safe, to help them know,
To understand there is another way to go,

And loving does not always come with pain,
that the circle need not come around again.

For my children, for my children, help me, please,
I beg of you upon my bended knees,

I pray of you, by all that I hold dear,
Let not their lives be filled with pain and fear.






Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-08-29 at 10:46

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for this.
2024-08-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Guilty of not first reading your 'forward' I was fearful for a moment hat this was your own experience, Marie. But then of course, filled with concern for the story your fine words expresssed, I read you forward and understood! This does not, of course, diminish in any sense of the word the awfulness of a partner's inability to overcome their negative facets of anger or cruelty. To most people it is beyond belief that being in love with someone gives room for these negative and harmful traits. Blessings to you and yours, Allen
2024-08-29