Police - Bring Back My Children Poem by Paul Warren

She was left all alone as a devastated single parent
To raise her children a trying task became apparent
Next a neighbour complained about the untidy house
And children running wild at night they did espouse
The situation was too much and couldn't continue as it ought
The children were taken as leaving them was a danger fraught
There was a stand-off brewing and welfare called us in again
She ran and locked herself in her bedroom creating such a din.

We needed to speak with her about it but did not get very far
And decided best to wait her out and I saw her window was ajar
She looked asleep and so into the window I carefully climbed
When I turned in fury the words ‘Get out’ were all she chimed
In her hand was a knife and she waved it in menace at me
As trapped I was with her and from the room I couldn’t flee
I stayed in the room and spoke with her counting out the hour
To gain her trust and make a move before her mood would sour.

She wanted a cigarette and so I looked to give her a light
I took a chance grabbing the knife and with her I did fight
Calling for help from the others we ended the struggle
We took the knife and into the kitchen we did shuffle
We worked it out on that day but in the end we all must say
For the family it did not the end the bad times were to stay
I was given a police citation for what happened that time
But not to find a solution to this was our society’s crime.

© Paul Warren Poetry