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one of my poems

nonothing

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Red Ball

i saw the red ball bouncing,
across the hardwood floor.
The little ones were playing,
no one could ever predict his latest strom.

The big front door would open,
wind chimes we would listen for.
We would hold our breath hoping.
That he did not slam the door.

The shiver up a young boys back
each time his dad came home.
Was his bike away,had he done his chores.
he prayed his sister was not on the phone.

It never seemed to matter.
how hard they all tried,
He always found a reason,
to hurt one and make the rest all cry.

I saw the red ball bouncing,
across the hardwood floor,
He lifted and shook my brother.
just slapping him as he swore.

He never said he was sorry,
as he beat us one by one.
my biggest night time worry,
is he going to hurt my mom?

I would listen as i lay in bed.
I would here their muffled sounds.
my cheeks would feel the sting.
as my tears rolled to the ground.

I prayed at night for a new one.
but i always got the same.
I had to do something soon.
he causes us to much pain.

I saw the red ball bouncing
across the hard wood floor.
This time i had to stop him,
he wont hurt us anymore.

I reach for his hunting rifle.
as he slapped and shook his other son.
no longer could i take it all,
shaking,as i quietly loaded the gun.

I saw the red ball bouncing,
across the hardwood floor.
I raised the gun,and crying,
yelling no more no more no more.

I felt the trigger squeeze with ease,
i pulled it again and again.
i saw him drop to his knees.
finally ending all our pain.

I saw the red ball bouncing,
across the hardwood floor.
I went and picked it up smiling,
no need to be scared anymore.

No longer can he hurt them.
my mother can sleep at nights.
I wish our dad was a better man.
who would hug instead of fight.

I still see the red ball bouncing,
across the hard wood floor
I enter my home happy and smiling.
for now it is my sons who greet me at the door.

No Nothing
 

Faster horses

Well-known member
That was very sad. Made me have a heavy heart.

And ACS, what do you mean that brought memories of the past
back? What are you referring to?
 

Angus Cattle Shower

Well-known member
When my grandpa was still alive, I had a red bouncy ball there and we would play with it for hours on end. When I read this, it felt like I were little and I remembered how much he played with me adn how much he loved me. It has just seemed as though the world was against me, and because of this, I thought of him, and itmade my day!!!
 

Mrs.Greg

Well-known member
Very good and moving nonothing,ditto to what Jinglebob said about it being true!And Angus all I can say is thank god to your second post on here :!:
 

ranchwife

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wowwwwww :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
nonothing----somehow that makes a person even more grateful for what he/she has in life that is good and just!! My first hubby was an ugly, abusive man....I finally got the courage to leave when my oldest child (then only 4 years old) came into the kitchen to find me curled into a bloody ball on the floor....I can still hear my son's screams as he "attacked" his dad with his tiny fists....the look on that child's face haunts my dreams at night! The final straw was when "the man" turned with upraised fists toward my son....did not know my own strength til then!!! :mad:
 

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