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by voland
Rated: E | Poetry | Community | #1885826
This is one of mine best poems about life
Sue grew up in a normal home,
Green lawn, white picket fence;
Her mother was a homemaker,
Her father took no nonsense.

But normal was just a disguise,
For how dysfunctional they were;
Because right beneath the surface;
Lied a completely different world.

Father used to drink too much,
More than he could tolerate;
Mother used to sit and stare,
Watched her love turn into hate.

And although they never beat her,
Never raised their hands to hit;
Sue grew bitter with the years,
Because...

Children never forget.

Dan grew up in a shabby home,
In a trailer down the street;
His dad was a single parent,
Mom was underground, six feet.

He recalled the numerous times,
Dad would call her in their room;
And the screams and cries that followed,
Which ended with mom in June.

Young and innocent, was he,
Caught in a web his father spun;
No fate could have been worse,
Than to be born his father's son.

And although the bruises have faded,
Dad stopped having violent fits;
Dan grew bitter with the years,
Because...

Children never forget.

Sam grew up in the big city,
She was as urban as they come;
Dad wandered from wedded bliss,
Mom remarried and had a son.

Her step-dad was a kind man,
She could tell he was real nice;
But looks could be deceiving,
For his touch was cold as ice.

She was young and she was sweet,
But one man turned that around;
When he touched her here and there,
Her whole world came crashing down.

And although the touching stopped,
They moved on bit by bit;
Sam grew bitter with the years,
Because...

Children never forget.
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