Against The Wall Poem by Ruth warren

Her Mother is in the kitchen,
whistling a happy tune;
but a frown appears upon her face,
when the child enters the room.

She stares with stone, cold eyes,
at the child who is standing there;
This little girl can feel the heat,
from her Mother's, smouldering glare.

She angrily barks at her daughter,
'How dare you to interupt';
and the child's heart begins to break,
for she only wanted a hug.

'I only wanted to say good Morning,
and that you look pretty today;
I'm sorry if I made you mad,
will you punish me anyway'?

The expression upon her Mother's face,
fills the little girls heart with fear;
for she knows all to well what that look means,
that her nightmare is so very near.

The pain her Mother inflicts,
upon this precious dove;
is simply undescribable,
and lacks any form of love.

When the woman is finished beating her,
the child huddles against the wall;
degraded, bruised and bleeding,
as the tears from her heart start to fall.