‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When we children should dream
But all I can hear is Mummy’s loud scream.
Daddy is hitting her again and again
This year I hope
That the blood does not stain.
Not one of us kids
Dare make a sound,
For fear that Daddy’s violence
Would double and rebound.
We silently prayed
That Mummy would be okay,
And that somehow she would live
To see Christmas Day
So please Father Christmas,
Tell me if you got my list?
I want Mummy to be safe
From Daddy’s fist.
Can you bring me enough hope
So Mummy does not live in fear,
Let this be the last violent New Year.
Because I don’t want to wake up
On a cold Christmas Day,
To see Mummy in a coffin
Being taken away.
Copyright Deanthebard 2013
Your poem and work is incredible. Thank you for posting.
I hope it’s ok I shared your Night Before Christmas on our Refuge FB page.
I will be checking your site often.
Thank you again.
I am a child survivor of Domestic abuse. I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to share this poem during my first sermon. I will be speaking at the beginning of the Christmas season and want people to understand that not all of us are nestled in our beds waiting, for Santa to bring us toys. We just want to have a day without fear and misery.
Thank you for your poignant poem.
Sure! No problem
Thank you <3