Watching my children
Playing tag
And running free
No longer captive,
They have let go of fear;
They can play happily.
When is it my turn?
When will I feel free?
Contagious giggles
As they swing
Through the air
They forget the pain
So quickly
And move on without a care
When is it my turn?
When do I get to play?
They see new faces
They make new friends
And they start a game
Never asking "Can I trust you?"
"Is this safe?"
Just, "What's your name?"
When is it my turn?
When will I trust a friend?
Stubborn stomping
Screaming, shouting,
"It's all your fault. It's not fair.
I don't want a bath.
I don't wanna go to bed.
And I HATE YOU, so THERE!"
When is it my turn?
When do I get to scream at the world?
At night when shadows hover
They find refuge
In mother's warm embrace;
A prayer for their fears,
A tissue for their tears,
And a kiss upon each face.
When is it my turn?
When will I be comforted?
Tiny toes tucked snugly
Beneath wayward blankets
A teddy bear clutched to the chest
No more nightmares,
No more monsters,
All is peaceful as they rest.
When is it my turn?
When will I sleep without waking in terror?
Now the thunder rolls
And rages through
The inky dark of night
As the sky pours out
Its woeful tears
To dampen all in sight.
When is it my turn?
When do I get to be angry?
When do I get to cry?
In the morning
Off to school they'll go
To learn and understand
All their questions
Will be answered
If they only raise their hand.
When is it my turn?
When will I get answers?
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