A Crack In The Door

A bedroom, a safe room and hiding place,
Battering tears, streams down the face.
Watching, seeing and feeling a fear,
Lacking and wanting to hold something near.

Their anger, their moods are always changing,
The drinking, shouting, sounds of glass breaking.
Sadness, heartache, fear and pain,
Regularly crying until sleep finally came.

The blackness of night and darkened dreams,
The only time peaceful or so it seems.
Completely wanting a way out of this place,
Taking life at a bewildered pace.

The shot, their faces I seen and heard,
Try to make sense of all that occurred.
Shocked, confused a mystery to why?
The surgery, then coma and perish of life.

Now a husband, a child and a home,
In laws that love me as if their own.
Missing a mom all the time more,
A simple child’s life through a ”Crack in the Door”.

Written and copyrighter 3.7.2008 Leslie Guffey

Responses

4 comments so far.

1. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   This is Good...sad, but good... Gosh, my most traumatic experience through a crack in the door- was seeing the movie JAWS- ~PEACE OUT

2. Leslie Guffey says:

   ROFL ! Jaws was and still is a movie ahead of it's time.
   Thanks,
   LG

3. Jason Partington says:

   Would you believe Jaws was rated "PG"?

   Anyways, great poem Leslie.

4. Leslie Guffey says:

   Thanks, when I saw Jaws, it was at a 'Drive-in'! Not many of those anymore. LOL
   Leslie