Masochistic Mayhem
There should be tears, 
There should be shouts 
Of fear and toys thrown
From prams, and jealousy.

There should be fears,
There in the rocking chair
Of horror and boys grown 
From toddlers, and rage.

There should be horrors,
There behind a truth untold
Of suffering and silent posts
In parenthood, and pain. 

There should be suffering,
There on the naughty step
Of old and the reopened 
Wounds, and the new.