Tiny little green eyes – 1979

Wait till your father gets home she yells
As his car pulls in the drive
The child runs to the attic
Where she always goes to hide

She lights the candle she left in the jar
It flickers light for her to write her words
A diary of sorts in poems she tells
Of this shy and frightened young girl

She sat for hours and waited until it was safe
To creep back down into her room
But while she’s curled under her duvet
The door bursts open … BOOM

As the leather strap cracks across her skin
Stop! I’ve done nothing wrong
I made the tea and cleaned the house
But her words bounced off his heart of stone

He left in silence but he’ll be back tomorrow
Mummy knew but didn’t care
She holds her pillow tight so it feels like a hug
Drowning in thoughts she dare not share

20 thoughts on “Tiny little green eyes – 1979

  1. I’d like to thank you for stopping by and reading so many of my poems as this in turn has led me to yours.
    Your blog was a difficult read as it is hard to believe that there are still such small minded and cruel people about today. I hope that things are a little easier for you now.
    Keep your chin up, keep smiling πŸ™‚ and I’ll be looking forward to your next post x


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