Elie's Poetry Corner

Mommy please tell me why -- Why do you fret? Why do you cry? Why is there screaming? I want it to stop Please stop the fighting. Isn't there something, that you could do? What will make it better? I get a little scared when, I begin to hear you and daddy fighting. I go into my room, and cover up my ears. Please don't fight. Daddy make it better, I know you can. She won't stay mad forever. Just don't hurt her, let her go. I'm really, really scared now. What is going on? Is this normal? Is this how parents act? Does everybody fight? I fight with my sister, maybe it is. Mommy please stop crying. It will be all right. I just want you to be together for two minutes And not fight.

Crying in the corner, fingering a knife, she wishes she knew how to be a better mom and wife. The laundry's in the hamper, waiting to be done, the kids are outside playing in the summer sun. The dishes on the counter are dirty as can be and dinner isn't ready at seven fifty-three. Toys are scattered on the floor in every single room and the kitchen floor looks as if it's never seen a broom. Her husband's in the shower cooling from the fight. He doesn't feel bad at all, because he knows he's right. He has a right to think, that she should do her part. He's unaware or doesn't care how bad his words can smart. As she pictures plunging, the knife into her heart The door bangs quickly open giving her a start She turns to see the one who, intrudes upon her space and there she sees her oldest a puzzled look upon his face. "Mommy please don't cry now. Whatever can be wrong? If you promise me a smile, I'll s