A cute and innocent child

So adorable and mild

Was beaten by her mother

Which she kept hidden

Under the duvet cover

For the littlest mistakes

Which all kids make

Would be like torture

Similar to a day of scorcher

What is the need?

For such an evil deed

Mothers are usually caring

Not harsh and blaring

Those slaps and pinches

Like wild cats counting inches

So painful and endless

Making childhood feel reckless

But father was the hero

Counting down to zero

Always cuddling his princess

Guiding her the route to success

Never raised his hand

Always took her stand

Kissing her forehead

Putting her to sleep

In her cosy bed

Waking up one morning

Seeing the new day dawning

Feeling so strong and grown up

Holding wonder like a glittery cup

Head high and soul sturdy

No more caged like a birdie

Not taking any more crap

Nor living in mother’s trap!