I sit alone, just 10 years old,
Waiting, for my parents to come home.
My mom comes to the door,
And hugs me real tight,
She said that she loves me,
though she is full of fright,
She starts to let go,
As dad walks in the room,
I see him slap her face,
So I run into my room.
Its been now an hour,
I hear a scream through the hall,
I realize its mom,
In trouble I know.
I quickly run downstairs,
Into the room where I see,
my mom lays on the floor,
Dad standing over her,
With a grin on his face.
Mom rolls onto her back,
And a shock went though my body,
As a look down,
I can't believe what I see,
Dad has put a knife into her chest.
As dad leaves the house,
With a smile on his face
When I get to my mom,
She says her last words,
Which are "I love you my son"
Just wanted to say this did not happen to me. I write about subjects that I have strong feelings about and I believe that a man should never harm a women or a child. This is the first of a 4 poem story