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The Closet

At three in the morning she turns on the light
While clutching her teddy bear
She runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm
As she silently starts to weep
She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm
A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years
Her closet becomes her bed
Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears
As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own
Married to the love of her life
But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown
She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light
While clutching his teddy bear
He runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing he's safe in there.

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Ralph Taylor Date: 3/30/2011 11:38:00 AM Despairing and sorrowful but unfortunately it happens way too often, Larry. Excellent piece. Ralph Login to Reply

Carolyn Devonshire Date: 3/27/2011 3:36:00 PM Keen insight into human behavior and the repeating cycle of abuse, Larry. If a child grows up in a home where abuse is prevalent, that child may well find the same in their own home when they get married. A sad but too often true reflection on life. Love, Carolyn Login to Reply

Dana Smith Date: 3/27/2011 1:05:00 PM Oh, my.. Very well written and very sad... enjoyed.. take care. Dana'lynn Login to Reply

Francine Roberts Date: 3/27/2011 11:13:00 AM this one hit home on a personal level, brought tears to my eyes Larry, I did not repeat my mother's mistake though thank God.well penned on a too common problem Login to Reply