This is the poem sent to me a few weeks back. It was in reaction to a column of mine about domestic abuse. It was sent by a mother who’s daughter was murdered. By her violent estranged partner. One of you guys asked for it again, so here it is………
I Got Flowers Today
We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot
of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said,
because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night he threw me into a wall and started to
choke me. It seemed like a nightmare, I couldn’t
believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry cause he sent me flowers
I got flowers today, and it wasn’t mother’s day or any
other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again, it was much worse
than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my
kids? What about money?
But I know he must be sorry because he sent me
I got flowers today. Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral!
Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage to leave him, I
would not have gotten flowers today….