The Reason

Once, I thought love existed,

For in a home of warmth I lived,

In stolen kisses and softness of language,

In affectionate gazes and body language.

I remember once my father

Brushed a kiss on my mother's lips

While I was playing spiritedly on her lap,

I believed then that they loved each other.

A few years passed that fondness,

And I was witness of a horrid moment,

When my father raised an arm of steal

To hit my mother fallen down her feet.

Standing between them I cried,

"Please don't hit her. Daddy, please!"

At that moment, in darkness he turned away,

And out the door, he left us both.

Exploding in tears and sobs, my mother said,

"He never wanted to hurt me, Oh dear child,"

And from that moment on, my heart began to break,

And in love or marriage I never believed again.

When and if people ask me why

Don't I ever wish to marry?

I shall ask them to read

Words written in blood and tears.

© A Furious Child