Rose- poem

daily runs to the laundromat
kids run wild, peace does not exist
unprepared mother about whom others chat
kids wild with her husband who curls his fist

the times gone by of first meeting and dance
also were those of excitement and romance
a false cherrade of hope for a better life
paydays to paydays for canned ham by the slice

the bitten tongue as sore as her son
the husbands backhand became ever so strong
beer, smoke, and television, his idea of fun
boy stood up, and he lifted him up as if Donkey Kong

the wall he hit, broken was his bone
she punched his face and took the boy to the door
"Tell them he fell" as he was knocked off his throne
made it to the car and remember her girls on the floor

flames in the windows, shock in her veins
Jim through the door, gas can in hand
tripped him and beat him, wanting for him only pain
kicked down door, where flames danced in a band

saved the girls from the fire, and to the car came Jim
ran him over again and again
sirens and badges made there way through
taken were her children, the boy and the two

left with nothing of her old life except regret
drinks in Timmy's mostly alone
thinks she's a failure in every fret
no way to get her kids back, no way is shown