Children Never Forget

by Atomic   Apr 19, 2009


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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(")-(") Arrivederci!

PS. Dedicated to anyone who has ever been through something similar. Sometimes adults hurt children unintentionally (or intentionally, in this case) because they think children don't know the difference between right and wrong or that these children will forget as they grow up. But they don't. They never do. Trust me.

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  • 8 years ago

    by My Name Is Mouse

    One Word... Thankyou.
    Just for being able to see where you're coming from and for dedicating this to children like us.

    Thanks Again. My favourite poem.

  • 8 years ago

    by Natalie84

    Well my friend you done it again! This piece brings tears to my eyes as I know it so well. Not because of my situation though I too will never forget...but because of the things I see around me on a daily basis. Children won't forget and its so sad when they're older. Sometimes history repeats itself...even without them knowing it.

    This poem was gripping from start to finish....

  • 8 years ago

    by Marcus blake

    That was some real shit and i glad to see you writing new poems you have insprired me to write again.

  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    What a deep ontense piece you have penned. Things that happen to us as children are burned into our hearts and minds forever.
    Excellent job!
    Take Care
    Cindy

  • 8 years ago

    by megan

    It was an excellent poem. i know i will never forget. despite what my parents think.