Cut Throat

CUT THROAT

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER--AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

My son attended play-school three mornings a week
his sister still at home had just turned one
she loved her big brother—her hero and friend
strapped in her car seat-- a restriction she hated
we did the short trip to fetch him from ‘school’

The 5 minute drive home –full of his morning news
pictures created and people he had played with
pulled into our drive- way in no time at all
lunch time preparation as they watched cartoons on TV

Placing my purse in the room on my bed
I turned and was grabbed around the neck
sharp knife he held the steel tip close--cut throat
threatening to kill me if I struggled or shouted

Locking the bedroom door he commanded I hand over
anything valuable—demanding to know—where I kept a gun?
he pulled off my wedding band and helped himself liberally 
still holding the knife at my throat – precious sentimental things he stole

Comprehending the fact I was no longer in sight 
my baby’s stood at the door-- banged and cried
pleading with my assailant to do them no harm
he tied me up, cut the phone cord-- just laughed

Allowing my children into the room
locking us up from the outside within
my daughter was screaming, my son acting brave
trying to cut my  constraints with a nail file

With no phone connection trapped in my room
he boldly climbed out the window taking action
three blocks down the road—  only three years old
running to my sister’s home—screaming ‘call the police’

The trauma ended as we were finally set free
continued relentless, far beyond that day— constantly
this man who attacked causing extensive terror-- fear
was never located, escaping his crime-- forever free

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER—AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

This happened to us in July 1991—since then crime has escalated out of control in South Africa… many not fortunate enough to tell the tale
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Smith Avatar
May 22, 2014 at 9:48 AM
Wow Kim....what a courageous son ....does he still remember this horrific ordeal.. I am so happy that you survived and wish you all the luck in the world on the job front....hugs Tim
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July 4, 2013 at 12:19 AM
"tremendously awesome........... congrats!!! SKAT"
Onclaud Avatar
June 25, 2013 at 11:54 AM
compelling story... congrats on your win!...:) huggs
Van Breda Avatar
June 25, 2013 at 12:17 PM
My win?? I'm not sure where you see that. I know I entered the competition, but really didn't expect a win :)
May Avatar
June 25, 2013 at 11:18 AM
a gripping story Kim......your son is truly a hero....congrats on your win
De Paz Avatar
June 10, 2013 at 9:13 AM
Terrific! You have not to change that word brother, it is correct because it refers to your daughter. The poem is anyway well written and effective
Lamoureux Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 8:40 AM
I am grieved for you but am glad you lived to tell the tale. Line one you may wish to exchange the word brother for son. At first I was confused and had to reread that line to understand what you were saying.
Andresen Avatar
June 6, 2013 at 12:20 AM
- Good morning my dear friend, Kim. - - Is this really ..... yes, I believe you ... but sounds like a horror movie.- Have a beautiful day - oxox / / AnneLise :)
Hunter Avatar
June 5, 2013 at 6:01 AM
Oh my gosh...I was hoping this was a fiction story while reading it, but I can see now it isn't. Even though it must have been so horrible...thank God you and your children lived to tell about it. I will never understand crime....
Tacito Avatar
June 3, 2013 at 10:04 AM
My goodness. I'm just stunned. :( Though, not entirely surprised by this as I know SA to be a pretty crime heavy country. How sad. Have you thought about moving, perhaps? Huge respect to you for this piece.
Tacito Avatar
June 4, 2013 at 7:25 AM
No kidding. Check your Soup Mail. Lets talk.
Van Breda Avatar
June 4, 2013 at 12:35 AM
Hi Drake-- thanks for reading this. Yes, we have considered moving, and in fact have "Green Cards"-- permanent residency in the USA since 2010. We have made 6 trips over in the last few years, and my husband cannot secure employment. He is in General Management-- Finance/IT in the retail industry. If you have any contacts could you inbox me.. thanks.
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