Mum plays a game of hide and seek! A dangerous game of survival Where she can not show she is weak, Even though thereβs blood on saliva. She carries me to a safe house to flee from an abusive spouse.
In her arms, I sense her despair For we live in uncertainty. Must this be the burden we bare? Always running in urgency to avoid mum being a battered wife. Must this be the game of our life When we play hide and seek!