Nosey Neighbour - Poem by Valerie Dohren
Come here, oh my darling, please come walk this way,
I heard your poor mother sat crying today -
These walls, being ever so thin, that I fear,
They make it too easy for someone to hear.
She whispered so softly in her solitude -
Oh please do not think, dear, that I’m being rude,
Speaking of how she had burnt all his cakes,
And also of other such foolish mistakes.
Of how all the jars were not set in a row,
Was so sad to hear her my dear, don’t you know,
With things that your father just can’t understand -
He’d slapped her so hard with the back of his hand.
And oh how she whimpered, sat there all alone,
I think she was speaking at length on the phone -
Talking to someone I guessed was a mate,
Saying how love could turn quickly to hate.
Your father, he has a short temper, it seems,
And last night I swear that I heard dreadful screams -
Was while you were out at the movies, I think,
He’d been to the pub and had too much to drink.
He drinks lots of beer, and malt whisky as well,
She said how her life is like being in hell.
Come closer and listen to all that I heard,
I promise I’ll try to recall every word.
She said she intended to purchase a knife,
The type that is suited for ending a life -
I’m not sure whose life she was plotting to end
She spoke oh so soft on the phone to her friend.
This morning I saw her with tears in her eyes -
She hailed for a taxi – I heard her loud cries,
And when she returned, she quickly looked round,
Going inside without making a sound.
Your dad, he came home at his usual time,
Not knowing your mother would do such a crime –
The noises I heard, how they filled me with fear,
I really did hear them, I promise my dear.
Oh come here, my darling, please don’t go inside
I heard you poor mother - and oh how she cried …….
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