Then there are the occasions when he's written me poetry. Oh yes, I've had a few poems over the years, all for my eyes only on account of his embarrassment, of course. Although he did read one of his verses out to those in attendance when we renewed our wedding vows a few years ago.
Anyways, the other day he asked me if I'd read another one of his poems, except this time it wasn't written with me in mind; he just wanted to know what I thought about it. Obviously as an author I know the last person able to give objective feedback is a family member, so with his permission I wondered if you'd all do the honours on my behalf?
A poem by Robert Tullett
Finally, he's fast to sleep
Of no distraction was my weep
I'll bathe my arm, I'll cover my bruise,
I'll clean my face that he abused
I can no longer dance this song
Just having to simply play along
Then after making sure it's calm
I'll gently wake our broken kids
I now invoke my strongest charm
So not to raise immense alarm
I reassure to stem their fear
And wipe away their frightened tear.
The light once far and often dim
Now screaming out and well within
Down the landing, to the stair
Scared to death we pass the lair
Relieved, we hear a drunken snore
Memory of a bully's roar
Tears now streaming down my face
Gulping hard & quickning pace
Its time to leave this bad, mad, place
That screams of utter, sheer, disgrace
Please cry quietly, little ones
I promise soon we shall be gone
Into the darkest cold of nightWe huddle close to beat the fright
We grip, we cling, we feel its stingHearts now loud and echoing
And so to safety, so to light
eradicating all our plight
It did I fear take all my might
But now at least, we can sleep tight!
Personally, I like it. I think it's powerful. But despite having had poetry published I have to say I'm no expert. Which is where I'm hoping you'll all come in.
So, guys, what do you think? Could Robert be a poet in the making? x