A Story

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I thought I heard some crying when I was fast asleep
I’m sure that someone shouted after I had counted sheep
But it must have been a nightmare that I was going through
The house was still and quiet when I woke at quarter to

Mama can you tell me why I had a nasty dream?
I didn’t cry out loudly but I thought I heard a scream
Mama what’s the matter, why are your eyes so red?
Mama where is Rosie, is she still in bed?

Mama don’t be angry if the pan has boiled the milk
I’ll try to help you wipe it up it’s just a drop that’s spilt
Poppa said he’d take me to the swings to play today
Mama where is Poppa and why do you look so grey?

I need to use the toilet but the door won’t let me in
Mama there’s some red stuff that’s leaking from within
Mama have you seen the dress that Poppa bought in town?
Poppa loves you very much to buy a lovely gown

Poppa said “It’s secret and to be a big surprise”
Mama please stop crying I haven’t told no lies
Rosie’s nice I like her and I know that she likes me
She said I look like Poppa Mama why don’t you drink your tea?

Rosie said I’d like her home but it is far away
She said she’d like to take me there, I hope that she can stay
Rosie’s very lovely and I like the way she laughs
She’s full of fun and splashes dad when she takes her baths

Mama where is Rosie why can’t I use the loo
Why are your hands still shaking is there something I can do?
Has Poppa stayed in bed today and forgot to take me out?
He said he’d take me to the park and kick the ball about

I really need the toilet and I think I need to go
Please let me in the bathroom, before I let it go
Please let me use the toilet I need to go right now
Oh no I’ve wet my knickers Mum please let me in there now

Mama please stop crying, I’m sorry, I let go
Mama can you help me, where’s dad, don’t let him know
I’m sorry mum, I’m sorry, please don’t hit me hard
I think I just saw Poppa, he’s standing in the yard

He’s underneath the limetree and he’s standing very still
He’s standing on his tiptoes, how can he stay so still?
I need to change my knickers they are feeling really wet
Mama where is Rosie can she come and help me yet?

Mama please stop crying I didn’t mean to wee
Mama please stop hugging it is really hurting me
Rosie hugs me very tight but not as much as Poppa
She gave him hugs just yesterday and Poppa didn’t stop her

Mama were is Rosie and why is her door open?
I didn’t see her coming down and the bathroom door won’t open
My legs are wet and feeling cold, I really need to wash them
I remember now that scream I heard, it stopped all of a sudden

Why is Poppa staying there beneath that lowest branch?
His head is just below and he is trying to have a dance
Poppa’s very funny when he acts and pulls his faces
He makes me laugh and giggle and we love our runs and races

He chases me around the house and over to the lawn
But he always catches Rosie who cannot run at all
Mama where is Rosie and is that the dress dad got?
It’s got some stains across the front, there seems an awful lot

Mama please stop squeezing, it’s really really hard
Where is Rosie Mama why is Poppa in the yard?
It hurts and I was frightened at the screams I heard last night
You’re really squeezing harder mum and hurting me so tight

Please stop what you’re doing mum and please I’m getting faint
I can’t breathe through your dress Mama it smells of Rosie’s scent
It’s getting very dark mama and I’m feeling sort of sick
Please stop what you’re do


Oh my child I weep for you and for your father too
I know that what he did was wrong but he never did hurt you
He’s a man like other men my dear and men must have their way
We have to pay our price my love as we go our separate ways

We’ll be beside you soon enough and then we’ll run and play
Across the fields and down the lanes for ever and a day
Be at peace my heart, my joy, and rest here in my arms
I’ll think of you beside Poppa, and that bitch in his arms
Last edited by Byron on Wed Jan 07, 2004 4:40 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Post by Sandra »

amazing story Byron!
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Post by lizzytysh »

Homicide [and suicide?] through a child's eyes. I need to read this again.
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Post by Coco »

Hi Lizzytysh!


I think it's a double homicide!
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Post by George.Wright »

Excellent work, Byron................Georges
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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Post by lizzytysh »

Aha, Coco! You may be right.....I'll take another read later. [It would make more sense. :wink: ]
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Post by greta »

amazing!
usually i just read poems
but with this poem i could really
feel the story
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Post by lizzytysh »

Oh yes, Greta ~

I agree......and, better yet, through a child's eyes and limited perception.

Coco ~ Was I wrong in my impression that the man was hanging from the tree? I'm wondering how the wife accomplished that. Or was the 'dancing,' his limbs in their final throes of death?
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Post by Avalon »

Byron, grow up and take poetry lessons.
Goodbye :twisted:
I am the one
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