Childhood was no joy for me
Nothing was as it should be
Daddy drank and had a gun
Mom's emotions were no fun
She blamed him and he blamed her
I was caught up in the stir
No one was wiser to my plight
When they would yell and they would fight
I was alone, I had no one
Siblings gone, the only one
I felt affection from my dad
But from my mom, none to be had
Thankfully I grew up fine
My heart, my soul, my love, my mind
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines.
No free verse. |
Author Notes
This a brief, yet true glimpse into my childhood.
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