Her Mother is in the kitchen, <br />whistling a happy tune; <br />but a frown appears upon her face, <br />when the child enters the room. <br /> <br />She stares with stone, cold eyes, <br />at the child who is standing there; <br />This little girl can feel the heat, <br />from her Mother's, smouldering glare. <br /> <br />She angrily barks at her daughter, <br />'How dare you to interupt'; <br />and the child's heart begins to break, <br />for she only wanted a hug. <br /> <br />'I only wanted to say good Morning, <br />and that you look pretty today; <br />I'm sorry if I made you mad, <br />will you punish me anyway'? <br /> <br />The expression upon her Mother's face, <br />fills the little girls heart with fear; <br />for she knows all to well what that look means, <br />that her nightmare is so very near. <br /> <br />The pain her Mother inflicts, <br />upon this precious dove; <br />is simply undescribable, <br />and lacks any form of love. <br /> <br />When the woman is finished beating her, <br />the child huddles against the wall; <br />degraded, bruised and bleeding, <br />as the tears from her heart start to fall.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-the-wall/
