Totally rapt in the escape into freedom,
Harsh realities lost in a carefree world.
Child’s play and pretence of being loved,
Being seen and not heard was normality.
Respect and fear both reigned supreme,
One might have wondered but never spoke.
Adulthood was a step into a distant future,
Childhood sheltered ignorance in innocence.
Teenage years never confronted confrontations,
One might have wished but never said so then.
Self-evaluation presents a strange return to mind,
Later years ponder the short comings and shortfall.
Hatred still festers in its resting place for an eternity,
Apprehension found a confidence too late for questions.
One might have challenged if only for a fearful rebuke,
The silent elder’s evil reasoning remains lost for words.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 07/05/2014
Poet's United Mid-Week Motif: Children...