Monday, November 23, 2009

Friday Night

I emerge from the darkness,
Into the light,
And go in search of my Mum,
Looks like the fighting’s over,
For another night.

I find her cleaning up his mess,
I help. I can’t go to sleep, unless,
I know everything’s done,
Otherwise tomorrow night will be just like this one.

Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong,
And have done for so long to make,
Daddy hate me so,
I just don’t know.

Will Daddy hit me too,
Sometimes I wonder if he might,
So I live in fear,
Every Friday night.
(c) Karen Peatt 2009

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