Our Little Home
Our Little Home
What memories do this title bring?
Perhaps of love and laughter
Hugs, kisses, peace and togetherness
Does it also remind you of things
that did not break, yet are not whole
Listen to my heart breaking tale
a tale of pain, pain too heavy to utter
I was raised in the family of fight
and incessant parental quarrels
Neighbours always gather
close friends always wonder
And foes joyfully crack nuts of mockery
As people do to a newly mad man
chasing after smell of fart and flit of flies
But what Joy do they derive in laughing
at other people's pain, at other people's tears?
When the demon enters our little home
Daddy and mummy's tongue become launchers
Launching missiles and heart tearing bombs
Dumm! dumm! toaah! words-like-bombs
Explode tearing our little home apart-
Most times our pot of soup spills
Flooding the floor with edible tears
As mummy and daddy wrestle wild
Exchanging blows, blinding death blows
And we children of a breaking home
Turn sad speculators
Crying and begging with tears drilling down
Still and still the wrestlemania goes on
Most times my friends crack jokes
Painful jokes with the movies in our home
They laugh and scream demonstrating
the horror in my father's house
This horror and terror takes various shapes
Sometimes mummy throws daddy to the ground
And daddy holds mummy's neck hard
as men hold a fowl before putting a knife into its throat.
And we children of a dying mother
Turn sad speculators
Crying, pleading with tears dripping down
But do mummy and daddy not see
the shame they bring upon us ?
Do they not see,do they not see
how hollow our feelings have become
Do they not see that our emotion
has become a farmland for truama
Do they not see that our hearts
Heave pain, pain too heavy to utter
Do they not know, when two elephants
wrestle the grasses bear the pain
Samuel Onyeche
About this poem
This poem is an expression of childhood truama spearheadef my domestic violence which has become the reality of our work, both in prestine day and comtemporarily. The author expresses this Childhood experience in lines and stanzas.
Written on July 24, 2022
Submitted by samuel4godonyeche on October 22, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | a bcdxxxc xxccexxbf aghhxxfxx aGixxabx xxxxcGi edexxaxcxx |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,857 |
Words | 345 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 7, 9, 9, 8, 7, 10 |
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