I Love Poems

Through The Child's Eyes

It's late at night
Pitch black outside
To see her mum and dad
She's slow and careful, although a child
The light from the kitchen guides her
She has a picture she's drawn of her and her family
Scared, why are they yelling? Why so much noise?
The screams from her mother
Carry through the air into her small ears
Her hands go to cover them but it's too late, she's heard it all
She knows it's her dad who is upsetting her mum
But she is too young
Too small to do anything
She hopes one day that this will end
That her parents will make up and stop with the fighting
She stops dead in her tracks
As the kitchen door creeks open just a little more
The air filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol
She sees her mum with an alcohol bottle in her hand
Dad with a cigarette
She dares to creep closer to the door
Seeing her mother be struck by the violent hand of her father
She wants to sceam but holds it in
She decides to turn back before they see her
It's not safe to be out of bed at this hour
When they are the way they are.