My Nightmare
They come to the door
To take him away
Cos he hasn’t moved
Since yesterday
They take all his toys
They pick up the cot
Cos my little boy
Is not
There’s policemen and women
And others in suits
There’s a trail on the carpet
From so many boots
They ask all these questions
Like I’m some kind of freak
They wanna know why
But I can’t even speak
There’s detailed exhibits
And forms to fill in
Things to arrange
Cos I’m next of kin
My boyfriend’s arrested
To “help with enquiries”
But I just feel numb
As I flick through the diary
There’s aunties and uncles
Arrivin tomorrow
To see the new baby
Not share in some sorrow
I pick up the phone
To give them a call
But it’s taken off me
By a man in the hall
He mentions my baby
But in the past tense
The whole flat is needed
For evidence
The questions come quick
The questions come fast
Where were you? What are you?
Why didn’t he last?
Why didn’t you check?
Why didn’t you come?
Would this have happened
If she wasn’t so young?
And I’m dreamin and screamin
IT ISNT MY FAULT!
So hot in the duvet
Sit up with a jolt
And I’m whoopin
And wheezin
And suckin in air
Tune into reality
Check that he’s there
Is he breathin?
Is he breathin?
He’s fine
He’s fine
There’s the cot
And there’s the toys
And there’s the face
Of my baby boy
You hold him
And stroke him
And try not to weep
Just a bad dream
Go back to sleep
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