How are you Mother,
are you happy?
Then why are your eyes
void of the light...
the light that I had seen when
it was just you and I in the park.
You had let your hair loose, and
your voice resembled the chirping birds.
You had held me tight
and said with moist eyes
'I'm so happy'
I did believe you then,
but today you just lie!
You lie when I ask
Who is he?
He can't be my father!
coz he never hugs me,
nor tells me stories,
and he calls me 'you boy'
and not my name!
But you say he is! You say,
'He left when you were 2'
but why is he back now?
now that I'm 7 and grown,
now that I understand
ways of this world!
And he can't be your husband
coz I see no love,
all I see is that you are blue,
blue here and there.
And again you lie,
lower your eyes, hide, and
meekly say 'it's just a rash,
But I know otherwise!
coz I hear it every night,
every night when he comes drunk.
How are you Mother,
are you happy?
Take courage,
and answer truthfully now!
We can go back to being
just you and me!
Breakfree ma,
you want to, don't you?
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. We should never underestimate the understanding of a child. They are the first ones on whom an abusive loveless relationship takes effect. Their heart understands the sadness and they start to reject life. A woman should not consider herself a weaker sex. Keeping quiet and bearing the ruthlessness of life is not courage. Saying 'NO' is! To breakfree is!
This above form of poetry is called Epistle. The term epistle comes from the Latin word 'epistola' meaning letter, hence this form of poetry is written as a letter. There are no more complications to it. These generally don't rhyme but are more a form of voice and persona. More examples can be seen here and here.
Linking this to Write Tribe and open linky's at Poets United and With Real Toads. Happy Monday folks!! Have a bea'YOU'tiful week!
are you happy?
Then why are your eyes
void of the light...
the light that I had seen when
it was just you and I in the park.
You had let your hair loose, and
your voice resembled the chirping birds.
You had held me tight
and said with moist eyes
'I'm so happy'
I did believe you then,
but today you just lie!
You lie when I ask
Who is he?
He can't be my father!
coz he never hugs me,
nor tells me stories,
and he calls me 'you boy'
and not my name!
But you say he is! You say,
'He left when you were 2'
but why is he back now?
now that I'm 7 and grown,
now that I understand
ways of this world!
And he can't be your husband
coz I see no love,
all I see is that you are blue,
blue here and there.
And again you lie,
lower your eyes, hide, and
meekly say 'it's just a rash,
But I know otherwise!
coz I hear it every night,
every night when he comes drunk.
How are you Mother,
are you happy?
Take courage,
and answer truthfully now!
We can go back to being
just you and me!
Breakfree ma,
you want to, don't you?
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. We should never underestimate the understanding of a child. They are the first ones on whom an abusive loveless relationship takes effect. Their heart understands the sadness and they start to reject life. A woman should not consider herself a weaker sex. Keeping quiet and bearing the ruthlessness of life is not courage. Saying 'NO' is! To breakfree is!
This above form of poetry is called Epistle. The term epistle comes from the Latin word 'epistola' meaning letter, hence this form of poetry is written as a letter. There are no more complications to it. These generally don't rhyme but are more a form of voice and persona. More examples can be seen here and here.
Linking this to Write Tribe and open linky's at Poets United and With Real Toads. Happy Monday folks!! Have a bea'YOU'tiful week!