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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Handout (04/14/11)

TITLE: Daddy's Home
By Belinda Borradaile
04/20/11


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A little head cradles
In mommies chest
Rhythmic humming
Puts them to rest

Restless bodies
Rescued by slumber
Confined to their dreams
Consumed by their hunger

A car fades away
Squelching the night
Probably gone
Till the first ray of light

Flickering glamour
On the wall of her room
She falls fast awake
To the knot in her womb

Spinning of tyres
Nerves her to harry
The child on her bosom
She hastens to carry

Laying her down
On the Mickey mouse quilt
She walks through the door
Consumed by her guilt

The car door slams closed
Her senses a flood
Familiar scene wakening
Fire through her blood

"I need some more money
You fat ugly cow!
I know that you have it
I want it RIGHT NOW!"

She peers through the door
At the head in the creases
She moves slow away
As her heart beat increases

Her stomach is pierced
With his eyes vacant stare
She can't answer back
She wouldn't but dare

On top of the fridge
Her fingers feel round
Her box of saved coins
Trying to be found

"Huh! Where'd you put it?
Do what I told you
You're always so stupid
Always do what you want to!"

She stops.
"HURRY UP!"
For the first time she speaks-
"You said I must keep it,"
As she looks up and weeps.

He pulls at her hand
She is trying to turn
Grips at her plea, says,
"You just never learn..."

Her limp body sinks
As the hand pulls away
He'd given, and taken
Her handout that day

A little hand, touched
Drew softly near
Little hands stroked
Wiped mommies tear

Placed mommies hands
Like they did for prayers
Loudly, with certainty
Cried "JESUS cares."


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Nancy Bucca 04/21/11
Very sweet, very nice, very moving.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/22/11
This is beautifully written but oh very sad. The red ink I would offer is Mommies should be Mommy's (if there is one or Mommies' if you're referring to several.) This really tugged at my heart because I know as I read this a similar scene has played out in real life. I hope your message gives even one abused woman the strength to get help. You write as if you've experienced this yourself, if so know I just prayed for all of the abused Mommies.
diana kay04/24/11
the contrast between the sleepng children and the second part of the poem is striking. You capture it so well.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/28/11
Congratulations for ranking 9th in level one!