SWEETEST LULLABY

© J.A. Storey -Taylor 20/02/2003



In the darkness, I would hold my children,

Rock them, as I sang them, to sleep.

With each of my silent, hidden tears

A heartfelt prayer to keep

Them safe.

Prayers that offered no protection,

Tears that had no use.

I wanted to - but couldn't shield them

From his abuse.


In the darkness, where no light had gleamed,

I'd lie, bruised and broken, wide awake,

Screaming so loudly for help and hope,

Willing the kisses I'd send them to make

Them strong.

Unvoiced cries cannot be heard

And the places my mind kissed

Were those he'd pleasured in creating

With his fists.


But, thank God, we are free now.

Thank you, God, we are free.

He got tired of taunting us, his brutality's no longer haunting us.

Now we live happily, now we sleep peacefully,

His last goodbye

Was the sweetest

Lullaby.


It's a darkness that too many see,

Yet one, no mother should ever know:

The cowering more instinctive than breathing

And the terror that will never let go.

No peace.

The violence that sparks with no warning,

The sneers and the insults,

The pride and satisfaction

At the results.


It's a darkness, makes it easy to judge,

To condemn, out of hand, as a stranger,

The mother who keeps self and children

Well acquainted with fear and danger

From 'him'.

When friendship's barred and money's controlled,

There's so little to shape

A way and the means by which

To escape.


But, thank God, we are free now.

Thank you, God, we are free.

He got bored with beating us, his fury's no longer defeating  us.

Now we live happily, now we sleep peacefully,

His last goodbye

Was the sweetest

Lullaby

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