AssaultA Poem by Frances SmartPublic perception versus reality
You were screaming
The most vile things
And I was begging you
To come in the bedroom with me
Telling you we could talk privately there
But you wouldn’t listen
Our children were listening though
When you called me that horrible name
And your son looked up at me and
Called me the same thing
Thinking that it was funny
Because he was only two
And when your daughter
Turned pale and put her hand
Over her open mouth in horror
Because you had just called her mother
A lousy piece of trash
And she was four
And old enough to understand
That calling her mommy a name
Was a really bad thing to do
Now the courts think
I must have been crazy
To leave my lovely husband
The minister of the Gospel
They took my children
And gave them to the man
Who violated his sacred trust
And his solemn promise
They do not understand
What you are like behind closed doors
But I know
That the God who called you
Is the same God
Who will call you to account
© 2008 Frances SmartFeatured Review
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Added on June 21, 2008AuthorFrances SmartCharlotte, NCAboutI'm divorced, 46, a ten-year military veteran with two college degrees, one in English education and one in theology. I am the non-custodial parent of two delightful children, and girl and a boy, ages.. more..Writing
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