IM THE HOUSE
I’m known as the house
Filled with love and happiness…
With a loving mom and dad
Children playing, making a mess…
Many loving years went by
Then mom and dad passed away…
The grown kids all married
The house was sold today…
It seemed in a short time
A new family moved in…
Although something about them gave
Me such a bad feeling…
Nothing was like before, when
The arguments started within days…
The threats, the violence daily
No love, I’m so amazed…
My walls absorbed the echoes
Of her nightly frightened screams…
Hate filled every inch of
My house, so it seems…
Her blood permanently stained my
Once beautiful wooden floors…
Then there are the fist-holes
Damaging my once antique doors…
My staircase once so loving
Polished to a beautiful shine…
Blood-soaked from him beating her
When filled with his wine…
My windows would constantly rattle
With the level of his wrath…
I fear I will never
Recover from his violent aftermath…
Now, there is no love
In the terror filled home…
After him killer her than himself
I’m once again all alone…
For years a loving house
Family loved day and night…
But now I’ll be remembered
Only as the crime-scene site…
Poem was printed with permission from the talented author
Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins
she offers many poetry books free to download and hardcopies for sale at lulu.com/xeson
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