Mama has her own moments
Moments she keeps to herself
Dejected and betrayed
Moments that become ours too
Moments we hide in our rooms
Afraid and confused
Sometimes they are short and don't last
But we know she has had her moments
And only believe there were no blast
But other times, just other times
Mama's moments are horrific
For when we hear the door slammed,
Our hearts leap for mama in anguish
For then, the merciless beast arrives
He yells angrily and strikes
He heartlessly tortures and she screams
Helplessly, she endures and pleads
We panic and shudder to death
Hopelessly we look on in fright
As the beast brutally satisfies his ego
Dear Lord, please end this- we pray
Be merciful and save mama from the beast
A refined poetic imagination, Joanna Amiteye. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He heartlessly tortures and she screams Helplessly, she endures and pleads We panic and shudder to death Hopelessly we look on in fright As the beast brutally satisfies his ego..marital life, problems, cruelty, the children who suffer because of that a life long......... with a wounded heart full of fear...... very well presented. a fine poem. tony