Poem by Ada Den Hollander
At the light of the bright full moon
the little girl is reading her book
on her lap in her bedroom upstairs.
She sits on her chair, she has covered her ears
blocking out her father’s drunken shouts
her mother’s screams
the breaking of glass
in the living room downstairs.
The words in her book are simple, the sentences short,
the pictures from another world, her world.
She nods off, the book falls from her lap
which wakes her up and with
her hands no longer covering her ears
she listens to the eery silence from
the room downstairs.
Shivering now, with tears in her eyes and fearful
she climbs into her bed and before she falls asleep
she looks up at the light of the bright full moon
hoping it was just a bad dream.