Just because today's thread is a bit quiet I thought I would have a nosey around her blog.
I stumbled across this poem she wrote for "the boy".
Why must she exploit the most vulnerable in her life?
17/11/17
I OFTEN WATCH YOU WHILST YOU SLEEP
I often watch you
Whilst you sleep
I quietly open the door
And in I creep
I stand quite still
And stop and stare
Too scared to breathe
In case you know I'm there
You're so cross at the moment
And it's hard to see
You shout, you scream
And say you "hate" me
You row with your sister
And call her names
You start off playing nicely
But then ruin every game
You're so well behaved at school
And for that I am pleased
But when you're back at home
I can't quite work out what you need
You scream that you're hungry
Then won't eat your tea
You say you want a cuddle
Then try to wrestle me
I miss my baby boy
Who was fair and oh so sweet
So happy and content
Went shy for people that we meet
I know it's just a phase
And one day this time will go
You will start to say "yes!"
Instead of screaming "NO"
So inside your room
Each night I stand
I kiss your rose bud lips
And hold your chubby hand
You'll always be my best boy
Even when you can be quite cruel
I know that you're just tired
From all that fun in school
So each night I will hover
And quietly look and stare
You won't remember it
But please know I was
always there.