Their Baby Boy

It's a bit long, I apologize =F

She was eight months along,
And oh, was she glowing,
With finally her family's
Important bestowing.

She's only fifteen,
But he sticks by her side,
They know they are in
For one bumpy ride.

A year has gone by,
But the tables have turned.
Life's not always sweet,
The Mommy soon learned.

Crashed for the pressure,
The Daddy gets wasted.
All hours, each day,
His love is erased, and

He beats the Mommy
Neglects their poor son.
Their families don't know,
Anything that he's done.

Their boy turned six,
And just soon enough.
School was a blessing;
Home life was tough.

Of course he stood out,
Every bruise, every cut.
But Daddy taught well,
And he kept his mouth shut.

He was just nine years old,
The night Mommy died.
She was hit with a chair,
On her head, to the side.

Daddy wrapped her up good,
Called it "Their secret"
Treated the boy well,
All of that weekend.

The neighbors wondered,
When she disappeared.
But still not a soul,
Ever would interfere.

He was fourteen,
When he dared run away.
But Dad tracked him down,
In less than a day.

Unfortunate was,
That nobody saw,
The day Daddy peeled
His arms to the raw.

Believe me or not,
The boy barely knew,
How bad the stuff was,
All the things he'd been through.

Because he'd never seen,
Anything else.
Spent his whole life,
In that same house.

Daddy's only thirty, but
Looks 10 years his age.
Alcohol creases were
Deep in his face.

He's sixteen years old,
A close friend finds out
Put together the puzzle,
And the stories came out.

He swears her to silence,
Like his father once had.
But she knew different,
She knew this was bad.

It was Sunday night,
When the police arrived.
For the fight Dad put up,
It's good anyone survived.

The boy was in tears,
And so mad at her.
He couldn't see that,
He now had a future.

Years have gone by,
And no longer is he,
A shy little boy,
Unsure what to be.

These days he's happy,
Has been for a while,
Rare is it for
Him to not smile.

See, he married that girl,
That once set him free.
They had a new baby,
Young family of three.

It took him years,
To finally heal.
That baby of his,
Taught him to feel.

The baby grew up,
And things did get wild.
But he never, not once,
Laid a hand on that child.

You are you, not your parents. You can be anything you wanna be. Never forget that.