(V) Violence
My Two Little Dandelions
So, they were very angry about me saving my little boy.
So much so, that when I was sent back to the manor,
I couldn't walk and was in a wheelchair for a long time.
I suppose, they were even more angry,
because I had enlisted the help of a very kind nursing sister to carry my babies.
We escaped out of the asylum, and down to the Plymouth docks,
where my adopted father had his shipping-line offices.
I was hoping that Francis Jnr would be there, as he did work with his father's ships.
But he wasn't, and the asylum staff were hot on our heels, catching up with us quickly.
"Nooo!!" I cried, "I don't want to go back!" pulling back away from their tight grasp.
But no-one would intervene to stop them, so they took us back and punished us.
They told me that my children were dead.
After seeing what the cruel nurse did to my little boy, I had no reason not to believe them.
But, they weren't.
Terribly injured and grief stricken, I sat in the wheelchair for so long,
in a back room at the manor that they had relocated me to,
with bars on the window, and a door that was kept locked.
But, I recovered.
To my two little ones,
if that was you both who were brought to visit me,
my heart goes out to both of you,
because now I know the truth.
(c) Katherine Stuart 2017
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