I tuck him into bed With a hug and wish goodnight, Something from a perfect story book. Think about tomorrow I whisper Giving him one last gentle smile.
As I close his bedroom door And look around the house You’d think a bomb had hit, My mind flashes back To the way it all went down.
It started with a joke That just got out of hand, Soon the house was trashed With plates, holes in the walls, broken glass.
Hurtful things were said Insults thrown like punches But he says It’s not my place to discipline I am not his Parent.
Thinking about his life
What he went through
Abuse, neglect, nearly killed A child with no childhood Although its not an excuse I remember back to mine Me, mum, dad and dog Laughing having fun I can’t help to think What if? He’s been in care eight years now Is that a fair life to live?
So, I tuck him into bed With a hug and wish goodnight.