The late evening sun shines through the kitchen window
Mottled through white curtains.
I stand hugging the doorframe frozen in fear.
Before me my Mother a picture so clear.
On all fours the floor stained with her blood and her tears.
Green and white lino squares I still see to this day
I still hear her cries of horror and pain.
Her back is to me, her face to my Dad
He stands over her with clenched fists, ready again.
He roars out abuse I don't understand
Why would he hurt her, make her cry and be sad.
As she rises he hits her again in the head.
She drops to the floor I start screaming,
As my fear is she's dead.
He hears me and turns then walks out the door.
My Mother slowly gets up off, the bloody floor.
A few days later she packs up
and takes me and my little bro'
To my grandparents, until we find a new home.
I swore from that day a woman I'd never hit
Never raise my voice in anger or to cause fear.
I will not ever argue and to this day I have not.
I will never be like my Father
Is something I am proud of.