What Did Mommy Do?
Me a small child, lying in bed, dreaming away, without care,
along next door, asleep, is baby sis, both of us, becoming unaware.
Of what, the night, would bring, what would be, shed to light,
about the relationship, of our parents; something just, wasn't right.
All of sudden, from parent's room; daddy yells, and mommy screams,
us kids, are rudely awaken; soon realizing life, isn't what it seems.
Running, toward my door, is baby sis, knocking, beginning, to cry,
I open door, for her, to come in; she questions, wanting to know why.
I as her brother, didn't know, what to do, or what to really say,
all I could do, was reassure, giving a hug, "That every thing, be okay".
Neither at the moment, would the moment be, ever truly, at all,
as mommy opens, up their door; dad pushes, causing her to fall.
At her, he continues, to cuss, calling her, every name, in the book,
my room, across the hall, all this, we see; horrify, as we, then look.
His fist and foot, punching, and kicking her, until she's black and blue,
at him, we ran, screaming to stop; us wondering, what did mommy do.
Me having to be a witness, to that, myself, I set free,
to self, I promise, to whom, I marry, I would, never be.
For women, are to be treated, with the upmost respect, and love,
for they are, the true best side of us, received from, heaven above
Copyright © Sean Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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