A Boy's Tale

I've seen her cry, and wipe the tears,

I've seen her scared, trembling in fears,

I walk to her, she greets me with a smile,

It feels the worst to see your mother cry.

As a kid, you never know

The voices that argue, Can't they let go?

Parents are the best, they know what's right,

But I can't bear to see them fight.

I close my ears and pretend to sleep,

Force me to believe, it is but a dream.

Runaway! A voice shouts,

But the bruises on her hands don't let me out.

One day I couldn't just let it be,

She won't fight her battle so who will it be?

I told her that I don't want her to cry,

She should leave before he comes back tonight,

A mother isn't as simple as she looks,

The fear of losing was it took,

She stayed put in the name of love,

And endured the pain no one deserves.

I still lay at night, awake in horror,

A kid who couldn't fight for what had mattered.

Some days you wish you'd just not remember,

Anything but her love so tender.

I look back to wish I had shouted for her,

Could have saved her with a little effort.

A word of advice I wish she had known,

The pain and misery that follows,

Do not stay put but face the wrong,

Suffering isn't a solution but misery prolonged,

To save all you love, you must know,

The first person to save is just YOU