Dysfunctional FamilyA Poem by mandyAs a former foster Mom, i have seen it all.
With trembling lips and terrified eyes the little boy stood waiting. He must have done some small thing wrong, cause Daddy's look was hating.
A brutal slap across his face knocked him down to the floor. Then he was yanked back to his feet, and slapped around some more.
"That will teach you, you little b*****d, that things are done my way. You better listen when I am talking to you and do just what I say."
Then Daddy walked out and grabbed a beer, left him there with hurting head. Reaching out, he touched the hand, little brother, beneath the bed.
His Mama knows what goes on here but doesn't know just what to do. She would like to have a better life, but she is afraid of him too.
"Hey, woman! Fix me some food! I'm going out for the night." She hurries around to do his bidding, trying to avoid another fight.
He finishes eating, slams out the door without a backward glance. Should she take her two little boys and run? Would they even have a chance?
She hugs them close and gives them love, while trying her best to think. Then reaches for the bottle there, to pour herself a drink.
She feeds the boys some supper and puts them down to sleep. "Boys, just do what your Daddy says." She is trying hard not to weep.
So there she sits, alone at last, another drink in hand. It helps her get through another day doing the best she can.
She knows her husband has some good buried underneath the mean, but she just settles for the way it is. It's all she has ever seen.
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Added on November 23, 2012Last Updated on January 13, 2014 AuthormandyFLAbouti have lived in michigan and florida. married to a guitar playing man. i enjoy writing poems and songs. also, bowling and card playing..am a big nascar fan, and like hockey. more..Writing
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