April 5, 2001

Big green eyes. 

I knelt in the corner, coats and scarves 

draped over my shoulders as I scrunched 

my little body into the wall. His voice 

was so loud. And so 

scary. My eyes were puffy and my 

face was red as I wiped the tears from 

the tops of my cheeks. I was holding a big 

green balloon and I thought it matched his 

eyes. About to pop.

He told me not to eat the sugar 

without the strawberries. But 

I liked sweet things. And I was 

six. He screamed and shouted until my 

mother walked in.

Get away from her.

And I threw the big green balloon 

in his face.

Daddy doesn’t like sweet things.

Reviews

[Kuandio]

I didn't find the example of parenting here extremely aggressive. There's not quite enough context to know what to make of the situation. I think the last line was very good, because it seemed to say something about the father in general

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thanks for the helpful insight :)

[Perkele.7885]

This is not parenting! This 1 incident scarred this child in ways that we as adults will never know! And as similar incidents stack one upon another, this child will surely become a problematic adult!

[Penelope Voljeti]

Yes! This is very true. It's something that stays in your memory throughout your adult years.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Aggressive parent can ruin a child's tender reception of the world around..
Poignantly and eloquently penned.
Loved the flow of the plot.
Kudos!

[Penelope Voljeti]

thanks so much for the feedback! It's much appreciated :)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

You are welcome.

[Emily]

I love it!
Great idea for a poem!
Keep it up!!

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thank you so much!

[Emily]

Your welcome!