Maladjusted

When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls 
And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls”
The sound of wood splintering leaves kids with hunches
That once again Daddy ain’t pulling his punches

At least it was wood this time - unlike before
When what Daddy fractured was not just a door
And Daddy’s voice shouts, ‘I work all that I’m able
but when I come home, I want food on the table!”

Upstairs, the children cannot speak their fears
Three kids on their beds with their hands on their ears
While five year old Lucy is wiping her tears
And Tommy chants ‘La La’ to drown what he hears

But ten year old Gerry, wise, for a young lad
Has a best friend with a Saturday Dad
He seems to get by, and he states with a sigh
“I get to go places… and Mum doesn’t cry.”

With siblings sent ‘up’ with no food in their tummy
Because Daddy had to, “Have words with your Mummy.”
Gerry, would get them the food they were lacking
He wasn’t surprised to find Daddy was packing 

He’d taken a chance when the rows turned to silence
Which had to be better than out and out violence
Daddy said, “Don’t creep about like a mouse…
from now on, Son… you are the man of the house.”

Lucy was young and she idolised Dad
Tommy was older and, for a while, bad
But Gerry now charged with his own father’s plan
At just ten years old… became a young man

And with Daddy gone to a town far away
Gerry stayed home till his mum had gone grey
But one day she had a new man on her hand
And Gerry was happy to make his own stand

Twas eighteen months later this very deep thinker
Let a girl get to him, hook, line and sinker 
He hugged her and kissed her the day she miscarried 
Yet he and the woman he loved… never married
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Edmonds  Avatar
November 24, 2023 at 11:20 AM
So sad but it does happen, it’s a shame that Gerry was put off being married. An inspirational write Terry… Belle
Flood Avatar
November 27, 2023 at 4:02 PM
Glad you ‘enjoyed’, Belle. Terry
Cunningham Avatar
November 23, 2023 at 10:52 PM
You've got to count your blessings sometimes Terry. There's always someone worse off than you. You often hear stories like this, families living in a toxic environment. Tom
Wolf Avatar
November 27, 2023 at 7:22 PM
Whoa. This could be the ultimate proof of the Theory of Evolution, Terry. ~ D. R. Wynne
Flood Avatar
November 27, 2023 at 4:00 PM
Thanks, Tom. This started life as an entry for Matt’s DIVORCE contest. It evolved into this. Will probably still post the original at some point. Didn’t want two ‘miserable’ poems close together…. I got me a reputation to uphold ;-)
Turner Avatar
November 23, 2023 at 5:21 PM
Sad but too real. Hard to win a game that has no rules. A well written poem about real life. Nice job. Terry:)
Flood Avatar
November 23, 2023 at 5:27 PM
Thank you, Daniel. Not autobiographical, but with elements close to home, I did get a little something in my eye… not a tear, you understand, just one of those ‘noseeums’ ;-)
Brotherton Avatar
November 23, 2023 at 5:15 PM
Such a fantastic telling of a tragic story. Your rhyme scheme and flow are magnificent. Nicely done my friend.
Flood Avatar
November 23, 2023 at 5:21 PM
Thank you, Jerry. Once in a while, I find the ‘mindset’ to write something deeper than ‘Ha ha’ . I’m so pleased you got this and am delighted at your approval. Terry
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