A Child's Memory; An Abusive Household

All She Wanted to Do was Love Her Daddy

Sonja Hernandez
You loved me, but hurt me

I flinched and I cried

Your anger rang loudly

I'd run and I'd hide

Shrinking down so low

Into that laundry basket I'd go

Careful to avoid that explosive blow

Of your violent hand of steel

How I remember it well

The stinging of my flesh

When your patience; put to test

What had I done so wrong

I never wondered

But I treaded lightly when around you

Confronted

But once the storm of violence

Like a hurricane had passed

The eerie calm and silence

At last

Allowing me to

Crawl back up beside you when

The fit subsided

And I was grateful to have

Your love again.

Published by Sonja Hernandez

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  • Soldierz Soul4/29/2009

    Thank you Christol for the wonderful comment. In light of the sadness, it is true that time does heal all wounds.

  • Christol Weber4/2/2009

    Oh my...beautiful poem. Makes me a little sad.

  • A Sister in Many Ways2/11/2009

    So many in this world have felt the stinging blows, the violent rage, and the explosive blows...followed by the calmness. We were taught to survive, to manipulate situations and people, and to use a number of ways/things to lessen the pain of what we don't know to face. And then we grow up, not knowing which way to turn, but now responsible for the choices we make and how we deal with our past, our present and our future. Your courage in facing your own abuse and sharing what you felt (and feel?) with others is emotional health. And it will bridge the gap for many others who have gone through what you have shared. Thank you for your courage and strength in doing so.

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