Lovely young innocence,
Silly woman, you're lying,
Bruises and Black eyes,
Hand guns and hammers,
Crude words, so abusive,
Four A.M. came early,
MY CHILDREN, are precious,
Perhaps memories are mine,
It may be denial,
Faded are my memories,
Casual and free.
Wistful rememberence,
Images of glee.
A long gone youth.
No harbored resentments,
A lie, or a truth?
It wasn't like that.
Hitting and screaming,
Your lip always fat.
Their punches never missed.
Shaking and hiding,
Running from fists.
The weapons of choice.
Starring down the barrel,
Silencing your voice.
Never hearing your name.
Justice, Elusive..
Every moment, the same.
The whippings began.
"Your room isn't clean!"
A blow, if I ran...
Not worthy of beating.
Would NEVER hit them,
An example, I'm leading.
To do with, as I may.
Remembering happiness,
Forgetting the pain.
So be it, I say.
They're mine to imagine,
MY memories to claim.