Kids

Up from the bed I slowly rise Listen gingerly No sound,no cries Hands are shaking My heart beets fast My mind still racing Beat him at last Slowly backwards Don't make a sound Get to the door Don't turn around To the stairs I slowly go No heavy steps Just on tip toe The bottom I reach Still not a sound Into the kitchen I,m on safe ground Reach for the kettle And make a drink Then into the chair I slowly sink At last I,ve done it I,ve earned some rest No more blackmail Or kick in the chest Just some peace and quiet And a drink or two Looking after a baby Can be the death of you, .