I saw you mom hiding under the bed so that father can't beat you up,
I saw you crying silently so that he shouldn't wake up and start the fight again,
I was too small to stop him, my fists too weak to punch him,
so, when he threw you out in dark, I cried softly and pretended to sleep until dawn,
I looked around and found you sitting alone on the stairs
I was scared, yet kept a brave smile
I wanted to wipe your tears, I wanted to hold you tight
Oh Mom! I was too small to hug you tight and to tell you that things are going to be just fine,
When I grew up, I left you to find love daddy could never give
I left you to chase a dream, I could never find
but now I am coming back to you mom, to hold you and to keep you warm
I am big enough, now, to hold you and to whisper that things are going to be just fine...
mom... takes all and everything... b'z she a mom.....no more to it and no less......! !
i had tears in my eyes reading your poem. if it is your story, you had a tough childhood. only a woman can understand another woman's suffering.you hve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It’s the fate of children To see their ‘love’ being punished Their ‘trust’ being duped The ‘light’ of their life being crushed ‘Warmth’ torn into tears ‘ethics’ thrown into dust 'Mother' … Our love, trust, light, warmth and ethics Suffers Silently, most severely We children feel so helpless… Very emotional… Touched by the pain in it. At the same time Thrilled by the end and its shelter.