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[aid] => mick
[title] => That Summer
[time] => 2002-07-18 12:49:59
[hometext] => I heard a song on the radio last year that inspired me to write this for every child that's ever been in an abusive home. I know that everyone out there knows of someone that has been, or is, in this kind of situation. There is hope, and every situation doesn't have to end like the one in the poem.
[bodytext] => Dear Lord, it's me again, I don't know what to say, Mom and Dad are scaring me, They've been yelling and screaming all day. They say stuff I don't understand, But I know that it can't be good news, Because weeks now this summer Mom's been wearing long sleeves And Sunglasses to cover a bruise. Mom says Dad has changed, That he didn't use to be like this, All I know is that it's silent now, I don't hear the pounding of fists. Mom's screams have faded away And the silence is echoing now... If she's alright, If she's ok... The crying should've started by now. Jesus is it safe? Can I come out of my hiding place? Or should I stay here for a moment and hope That the next thing I see isn't Dad's face? I hear sirens in the distance, Oh Jesus, I know that's not good... Neighbors screaming at the officers... "He's heading for the woods!" But where's Mommy's voice Full of humor at her friends Saying that this was just an argument That the world's not going to end? And when the policeman yelled just now For her to open up the door, Why isn't she telling them Not to worry, like before? Maybe she's just playing a game, Or maybe she's scared too... I guess it's time to leave my hiding place to see what I can do. But, Jesus, why can't I get to where I know That Mommy has to be? And why is that preacher that lives next door Saying that she's reached eternity? I guess that means that she's with you... Can I come visit everyday? Mom told Dad before the silence fell That we were going away. I don't want to be left behind, I don't want Dad to be my home... But outside I hear the gunshot pierce the darkness And I know that I really am alone. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ginsdance [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 35 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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