Shelly’s Poem by Lauren Bland
Mummy’s looking tired still
She says she can’t sleep
I know how she feels at night
I don’t make a peep
It’s always late when the car arrives
But I hear it every time:
The slam of the door, the drunken slurr;
It’s seared into my mind
Suddenly my heart starts to race as the keys turn
in the front door – so scary
Have to breath real slow, real low, quiet too –
pretending I’m asleep already
Foot steps on the stairs, I can tell where he is by the creak
That marks the seventh step from my door
Time to squeeze my eyes tight, hug my teddy closer, try hard
Not to shiver – time to put on the show.
He’ll open that door again tonight, like the nights before,
Look in and whisper to me
"Baby? You awake?" then listen hard for an answer.
Maybe I’ll roll over, so he can’t see
My teeth chattering, my nose flare.
Or maybe sigh, or snore.
Sometimes he catches me out though,
He’s done it twice before.
Sandra showed me how to sleep
So dad didn’t come in
She said the things he’d done
To us was such a sin
But I hope one day
Mummy will see
I know she’s awake –
She’ll rescue me
But tonight, Daddy,
Please do not
Come to me, Daddy,
It’s too hot
It’s not Like you said.
It hurts me.
I don’t want you to
play with me…