Last Time On The Floor

Curled up and shaking in the corner
Wondering when the screaming would end
Holding my Teddy, he's my closest friend

I watched him send her to the floor
He only laughed when she screamed out in horror
She tried to stand, but he swung again with the back of his hand.

I couldnt let him anymore
I ran over to my mother and knelt beside on her on the floor

How could I make him understand that my mother is better then the back of his hand
This time I tried to help her stand and for that he swung at me with the back of his hand

She held my hand and looked straight into my face
Eight years of this and my mother can fight no more
She told me she loved me and promised this would be our last time on the floor

**Thankfully nothing like this has ever happened to me, I wrote this simply because I closed my eyes the other day, and I saw a little girl like the one in my poem{all curled up and skaing in a corner} and the look on her face told the whole story... Please comment!**