O....M...G.... Poem by Melynda Smith
O....M...G....
What's going on?
Why is there screaming? Banging?
I put my ear against the door,
Try to eavsdrop, to hear what's happening.
But the door wasn't shut,
Because the next thing i saw,
Was my mother on her hands and knees,
And my father bent over her from behind.
She's screaming, he's graoning.
The bed's banging against the wall.
I turn crimson red, then turn around and ran,
I ran to No man's land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/27/2024 4:35:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
