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,
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