Come here, oh my darling, please come walk this way,
I heard your poor mother sat crying today -
These walls, being ever so thin, that I fear,
They make it too easy for someone to hear.
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I can really relate to this, my poem, Boy To A Man is about my father, he had a short temper once he had drink inside him, but we all grow up, and we bring hate with us when we have to see things like this through our childhood, with all his drinking and beating my mother the one thing he did not see was me training to be a boxer, and the punch coming that knocked the short temper out of him. this was many many years ago now but sometimes it feels like yesterday. A really fantastic poem about what most try not to talk about.
A captivating story that gave me so many questions if reality. A great write. Thank You
Let us have tolerance and let us reconcile to things hard around us. Music is fine to hear. But who can sing on for ever? Such neighbours are all around us. Valerie you have given vent to your feelings obviously and that`s all.
Reality of the situation is nicely shown. In a seemingly quiet neighborhood such stories are hidden.
Yes indeed, it's the women and children who suffer in these unfortunate situations, on the positive side there is help out there for those people. Well written with a whimsical slant.
At times we have to bear witness to such unholy scenes... Harsh sounds penetrate through walls and escape! It is not being nosey that we happen to hear them! Unfortunately in many houses, poor women are made victims to the tantrums of a drunken husband! A sordid side of life poignantly depicted! !
powerful reality in a poem cleverly wrote as the neighbour guides her ploy of nosiness...loved the poem but dismayed I have such a woman living next door! . you have the skill to present this poem thru the eyes of the offender...regards