As a little girl, I loved my family

Often I sat in a corner in awed silence

As I watched my father beat my mother.

Sitting, I watched the family violence.

One hit, two hit

Three hit, four

Two second pause,

My mother laid on the floor.

Thoughts in my head,

Fear in my eyes,

Never knowing what could happen,

Looking at her as she lays and slowly dies.

My father threw his leg up

Kicked my mother in the shoulder,

And with regret in his lost soul,

He knelt down to hold her.

She was gone, Father was all alone,

He was forced to deal

With what he had done to his wife,

Who no longer had a life, something that's so real.