The court says you have to go.
"I'm tired mummy"
Quickly, get your shoes on, he
doesn't like to have to wait
"He kicked me mummy"
The court says I can't talk to
you about that darling
Next Monday you have your
appointment with the therapist
Tell him then. Let me
comb your hair.
Daddy likes you to look smart
"He doesn't like me. He
hurts me with his fist"
I know darling. His fists hurt
me too.
My lawyer says I can't talk
about that.
The Police said I didn't
need a restraining order
And the judge said I had to
have one if I wanted to say he hit me.
"I don't want to go mummy"
I know.
I'd love to be with you on an
island in a sparkling sea
With dolphins and rainbows and
cream buns for tea.
But we're not are we.
The judge said if I didn't have
you ready to go
I couldn't be trusted to have
you live with me
Quickly now get your bag.
There's daddy's car.
"No mummy no"
You have to go.
m. graham
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