This is one of mine best poems about life |
Sue grew up in a normal home, Green lawn, white picket fence; Her mother was a homemaker, Her father took no nonsense. But normal was just a disguise, For how dysfunctional they were; Because right beneath the surface; Lied a completely different world. Father used to drink too much, More than he could tolerate; Mother used to sit and stare, Watched her love turn into hate. And although they never beat her, Never raised their hands to hit; Sue grew bitter with the years, Because... Children never forget. Dan grew up in a shabby home, In a trailer down the street; His dad was a single parent, Mom was underground, six feet. He recalled the numerous times, Dad would call her in their room; And the screams and cries that followed, Which ended with mom in June. Young and innocent, was he, Caught in a web his father spun; No fate could have been worse, Than to be born his father's son. And although the bruises have faded, Dad stopped having violent fits; Dan grew bitter with the years, Because... Children never forget. Sam grew up in the big city, She was as urban as they come; Dad wandered from wedded bliss, Mom remarried and had a son. Her step-dad was a kind man, She could tell he was real nice; But looks could be deceiving, For his touch was cold as ice. She was young and she was sweet, But one man turned that around; When he touched her here and there, Her whole world came crashing down. And although the touching stopped, They moved on bit by bit; Sam grew bitter with the years, Because... Children never forget. |