04-02-2016, 01:48 PM
The twins - father’s statement
I went to work, came home, and the house
was always a mess. This great whale did nothing
and couldn’t cook anyway. She went off drinking
with her sister, no worry about the baby’s health.
All the time my mother got worse, and I used
to go for walks, and talk to myself, there wasn’t
anyone else to talk to. Then the twins were born.
You’d think she’d done something special. I still
had to do all the work at home. Her day was:
watch TV, yell at me, and complain to her sister.
I knew if I hit her back I’d be in jail quick smart
and she played on that, punched me, then laughed.
I had to go for a walk to handle it. The kids,
the boys, I used to feel sorry for them, thinking
This is what you’ll get too, one day, poor bastards.
It all got worse; her picking on me, my mother sick,
the kids screaming when I got home because
she’d never change them. I walked as much as I could.
That afternoon she took the twins to her sister’s,
came home drunk, and late. The boys were
screaming and I wanted to hit her but I didn’t.
I just fed them and they always need
changing after that. I changed them.
Next day we’re in the hospital, same one my Mum
was in; the boys are in intensive care, following day
they’re dead. After I changed them I’d gone for a walk.
I think that’s when she hurt them.
I went to work, came home, and the house
was always a mess. This great whale did nothing
and couldn’t cook anyway. She went off drinking
with her sister, no worry about the baby’s health.
All the time my mother got worse, and I used
to go for walks, and talk to myself, there wasn’t
anyone else to talk to. Then the twins were born.
You’d think she’d done something special. I still
had to do all the work at home. Her day was:
watch TV, yell at me, and complain to her sister.
I knew if I hit her back I’d be in jail quick smart
and she played on that, punched me, then laughed.
I had to go for a walk to handle it. The kids,
the boys, I used to feel sorry for them, thinking
This is what you’ll get too, one day, poor bastards.
It all got worse; her picking on me, my mother sick,
the kids screaming when I got home because
she’d never change them. I walked as much as I could.
That afternoon she took the twins to her sister’s,
came home drunk, and late. The boys were
screaming and I wanted to hit her but I didn’t.
I just fed them and they always need
changing after that. I changed them.
Next day we’re in the hospital, same one my Mum
was in; the boys are in intensive care, following day
they’re dead. After I changed them I’d gone for a walk.
I think that’s when she hurt them.