Think of a young infant child, too young to speak, unable to walk so can not runaway from parents fighting....


Too Small...


My eyes they see a crazy place
A place that has gone mad
These tears I cry aren't hungry tears
There tears because I'm sad
My ears they hear the nasty words
The words that start the fights
But my voice is too soft to stop the words on hateful nights
So I lie quite and still
With the blankets over my head
But the blankets don't block out
All the words that are said
Ask them please to stop I am too small to make a stand
My eyes they see a crazy world I sort of understand
I wish they'd think before they spoke - think of me there child they woke!
Here I am among it all - I am still here even though I'm small




Poetry by gills
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Written on 2006-12-20 at 10:39

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Ropawil
Bought tears to my eyes sweet Gills but I'm glad you are smiling now.
Hugs
Rob
2006-12-24



It's a terrible thing when parents fight and subject their child to such despair in they young nights. I experienced it myself, but was the eldest of six and had to be mum and strong for the younger ones. It is what made me such a bossy bitch gill!lol so some good came out of it somewhere along the line.

People often say they stay because of the children when infact the opposite should apply and I hate to see parents using their children to wound eachother, it is such a shame of us all.

I didn't think your explanation was really needed and gives the poem to much power before the reader gets to it imo, just a hint would encourage more readers to read on, but it is your introduction and just a thought from Tai, smiling at you, wishing you a very merry and peaceful christmas
2006-12-20


penfold18
I could feel the sadness in this, parents can do untold damage without thinking before acting, a lovely poem though sad.
2006-12-20