Saturday Fight Night

Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy came as so did the baby boy.
Mommy and daddy weren't ready to take care of the child for daddy was still a child.
At heart mommy took all those foul mouth liquor jeers from daddy's mouth but baby didn't 
know what that was about.
Mommy stays with daddy for the child, not realizing that it is doing more harm than 
anything...comes from daddy's mouth and baby takes it in not realizing.  
Flashing lights and sirens ring incredulously one slumber-some December night as baby was 
tucked in tight...while mommy and daddy was going on like it was Saturday fight night.
Baby cries but whose there to hear for mommy and daddy curse and de fouls the baby's ear.
Baby's heart is broken and shattered as mommy is shaken and battered.
Sweet kisses to mend her wounds internal and external but are they sincere from daddy's 
heart.
They will never part even though in mommy's heart she wishes daddy would leave forever.
One grief-some January 25 mommy rested never to return for her and daddy went on a 
walk.
"Where is mommy", said baby but daddy couldn't talk.
What could he say "I beat mommy till I killed her leaving her internally bruised and brain 
dead."
He couldn't say that any way for he was talking to Tiny in cell block five that day.
And baby has no other choice than to realize that his family was nothing more than a mere 
disguise.
Sirens ring
Sirens ring
Battered and bruised mommy cries for help as she fights for her life.
Because daddy has beat her till her eyes turned dark as night.
It's ironic because baby has become a fighter in Saturday fight night.
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Jordan Avatar
August 30, 2009 at 4:56 AM
Paul congrats on placing in Chris's contest - God Bless, mj
Mason Avatar
August 26, 2009 at 11:00 AM
Poignant, heartbreaking story here, Paul and so very brave of you to share it with us. Congratulations on your win in Christopher's contest!!
Kurth Avatar
August 25, 2009 at 7:11 AM
Congratulations on your win in the contest. Sadly, too many children and families experience what you describe so powerfully in your poem. Blessings, Krista
La France Avatar
August 25, 2009 at 6:04 AM
Congratulations on your third place win. This is a powerful poem. I hope this is fiction but I have a feeling you were that baby and I pray that you can break that cycle of abuse... that you will not be "a fighter in saturday fight night... for anyone who can write with such passion and emotion has soul.. thanks for sharing with us something that is obviously very painful
Augustus Avatar
August 24, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Brilliant! I love when I see somewhat of a long poem and I want to read more and more. Long poems should always get you to want to read them from the first couple of lines and you past that test with flying colors. Congratulations for your well deserved win in Chris' contest.
Richards Avatar
August 24, 2009 at 8:38 AM
Terrific Writing, Paul! Congratulations on your winning poem! Excellent! ~ Carrie
Brown Avatar
August 24, 2009 at 8:19 AM
Congratulations on your win in Christopher's contest Paul. Love, Carol
Higgins Avatar
August 24, 2009 at 7:40 AM
Congrats and thanks for entering.
Brown Avatar
June 29, 2009 at 11:31 AM
Welcome to PoetrySoup Paul. I am hoping to read many more poems written by you. Love, Carol
Al-Riyami Avatar
June 29, 2009 at 5:26 AM
Ive seen This before.And i agree with Carolyn.Women should stand up and Do whats right.I like this one though-->very Emotional and into My Favs=)
Devonshire Avatar
June 28, 2009 at 10:40 PM
It must be hard to cope with such a cycle of abuse. I've known a couple men who watched their mothers being abused as they were growing up. Later, they became abusers themselves. It's a tough cycle to break when a baby is forced to become a "fighter in Saturday fight night." God bless you, Paul. This is a very heartfelt write and I hope you were able to provide some happiness to your mother during her troubled marriage. Love, Carolyn
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