Her Father's Sin Poem by Amber Jones

Her hair was up in a pony-tail,
Her eyes were all aglow,
As she hid beneath the furniture,
For what? She does not know.

She heard the rants,
She heard the screams,
But still was not afraid
Of the threat, or so it seems.

Thunderous steps pound up the stairs,
For what could possibly be forever.
Until finally they stop and glare
And taunt what was once the never.

Struck with fear, she shivers there,
Right beneath the bed,
Her hands are shaking and her teeth are quaking
Rattling her little head.

Her mother wails,
Her father screams,
As the belt was being drawn.
The demon – how he beams!

As the child begins to cry.

She’s grabbed by the leg
And pulled out from under the bed.
Her father, angry, stands there
Above her tiny head.

She can kick,
And she can cry,
But still he does not let go,
As the belt is swinging by,

Her hope no longer grows.

“Mommy! Mommy! Help me! ”
Bawls the child in her wake,
But Mommy does not help her;
Thus, the child’s heart does break.

The hit is like nails
Being shoved through her skin.
The child – oh, how she wails
Against her father’s sin.