the last straw

The last straw

 

Sirens, flashing lights, ambulance and police cars,

Surround a family home,

A woman with a black eye and emotional scars,

Sits quietly on her doorstep alone,

 

It began so nice, young and so in love,

Marriage, kids a home for all to enjoy,

Happy days, until that first shove,

Can’t recall where or why,

 

But, there was that friendly slap,

Oh, it didn’t seem much at the time,

Waking her up, from a nap,

Saying, she could be more into trying,

 

Somewhere along the line,

Love was a word less used,

“Yeah”, he said, everything was fine,

She never realised she was being abused,

As time passed, the shove became a poke,

Than from nowhere, she walked into a door,

So she said and laughed, like it was a joke,

Soon though, she was being dragged along the floor,

 

He worked long hours, while she sat home,

Frustration and anger seemed the norm,

Dismissive, when she called him on the phone,

Yet, she tried to keep the kids in good form,

 

Until she got tired, from the constant abuse,

Told him if work was so important, she was not,

She reared his kids and had become a recluse,

What part of a team had he forgot?

 

That was the last time, he would ever lash out,

The last time, fear would ever rule her life,

Never aging would he scream or shout,

She is now a widow, no longer a wife.