The First Memory I Ever Had.

I do not speak of this to make you feel bad for me, my words are ment to make you think of the little ones that need set free.

My first memory was at a young age,

it was the tender age of two.

My step father was in a drunken rage,

my mother’s body he then threw.

 

Her body slid across the trailer floor,

her head hit the cast iron stand

of the Singer sewing machine by the door,

glasses flew as her head did land.

 

Everything seemed to happen so fast,

the home filled with strangers to me,

neighbors pulled me from my mothers grasp,

alone, like a ghost they don't see.

 

I never did see my mother awake,

I couldn't beleive she had died!

This was all too much for my heart to take.

In a strange bed that night I cried.

 

Two days had come and went, my mind a blur.

Yet, no one came to comfort me.

Through the curtains an image, my eyes unsure...

...my mother, but, how could this be!?

 

 

           I learned he'd knocked my mother out that day,

 they thought I would not understand.

By time I learned, too much time slipped away,

 

the damage would be deep and grand.

 

No sting of death within me will you find,

as if that part died that day.

Never underestimate the child’s mind,

never forget to stop and say,

 

"do you understand what happen today?"

Silence can’t make it go away!

I could see everything they saw that day,

up until they took her away.

 

By the time my mom held me oh so tight,

I’d digested that she was gone.

I have lived inside my mind sence that night,

I am stronger now, but it was wrong!

 

~Melody

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Fréyjä Helv..]

A real tragedy it is, and at such a young age could cause a traumatic impulse to a child who's mind may not be strong enough to accept an incident as intense as this... I get what you're trying to convey. Though a young child's memories could be blurred at some moments, they still get flashes of visions... Children understand no matter how young, they can sense sadness, fear and anger. It's an instinct I guess.

[Distant horizons]

Such sadness for one so young. Beautifully written, the tragedy others can cause.
On a lighter note, you mention singer sewing machines... I live in a place called Clydebank in Scotland, and just 5 minutes walk from my house, is my work, built on the site of the one and only Singer plant. It was so big in its heyday, they built singer train station and Clydebank was born. That and shipbuilding made the place I live and work in.

[Pax]

emotionally tragic at such a young age, i feel you my friend.
well done in expressing it with such emotion that is heartfelt.

[Geraldine]

This is a very emotional piece of write. I so loved the story and and the thought behind it. It's heartbreaking. Yeah, we should not really underestimate things, the little things. Very well done.

[Magdelena]

Wonderful and powerful piece! You took us through the eyes and mind of the innocent. Raw and each sentence stung that tears came forth...

Powerful indeed.

Mags xx

[Mary]

This not only touches my heart, it shakes it to the core. Through this poem, you HAVE become the voice for those precious witnesses of unspeakable violence, who are too young to speak for themselves.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Thank you for understanding my point in this.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Melody, I'm sorry, I can't review this... for so many reasons that are much better left unwritten. It's bad enough that I have to think them yet once again.

[Ian H Morrison]

first of all may i thank you for a poem of such calibre. The strength whithin you to write about this most personal of details should leave us all in a state of awe struck. The lay outof this poem is simply fantastic you have taken the time to build your meter carefully and shown a more than capable understanding of poetry and how it should be built. I love this it is amazeing and it should be passed on by everyone and kept in there own little world. Thank you

[Southern Cross]

This must be a difficult piece to write as it was a read. The cuts and bruises that invade our souls remain forever unable to heal. To crawl back from the horrors that seep into our lives and remain strong says alot about the type of people we are. Dark yet so beautifully expressed in the mind of a child stripped from innocence forever.

[Mary]

strong and powerful, terribly sad. "never underestimate the mind of a child, never forget to stop and say, do you understand what happened today?" a wise lesson we could all benefit from. Well done.