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Puzzled?We had some fish a swimming, In a bowl there were three, One afternoon, they disappeared, My son shouts out to me… ‘isshy gone,' he tells me, ‘Isshy gone, down there!' Well he points his finger down his throat, And rubs his tummy without a care. Oh God, I thought, he's ate them, But surely this can't be? So I ask again, ‘where's the fishies, son?' ‘Down there,' he said with glee. Well I looked behind the freezer, And I looked behind the door, I even looked in the sink bowl, And scoured the kitchen floor. At last I found one ‘fishy', By now it was almost dead, I couldn't reach it to pick it up, And it was lifting and moving its head. Then at last…I got it, And threw it in its bowl, At first it didn't move at all, Then it started to wriggle and roll. ‘Where's the other ‘fishies'?'Son, I asked my two-year-old, ‘All gone, down there,' he repeated again, He was much too young to scold. Later, when my hubby came home, I told him the little tale, ‘Our Joseph's ate…two live fish, Well didn't he go pale! Yes, well we were puzzled, Cos we stripped that kitchen bare, We had no choice; we had to agree, He'd ate them live, and didn't care! Sad to say; this little 2 yr old, Cuddly, loving and warm... Grew into an angry teenager... Grew to hate his mum, who is me! For what reason? Shame... He's ashamed of me because of my health, Because of the wheelchair... And because he is such an angry person! Who has no reason to be so! Who has a brother and sister... Who would walk to the ends of the earth for him... Would have that is, dont know about now? Probably would, he is still their brother, Even if he has denide me as his mother... Out of shame? Yeah! But then, after what he did to me... I am ashamed to call him my son! What can I say? I am honest to a fault! He's the fact is, he is my son, I love him... But hate what he's done to me, Hate what he is... Sad isn't it, how people change into monsters! How our kids can turn to hate us... For no reason, it is beyond belief. I will never understand till the day I die. What did I do wrong? Everything, it seems... :o) Its concerning. But hey, I'm tough!! ******************** Ladies.. Please take the time to visit a friends website... For that extra special something! www.gabriellajewellerydesigns.co.uk Beautiful handmade silver gemstone jewellery, at affordable prices. Earrings, necklaces, pendants and bracelets are all created with care and attention to detail. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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