This poem was inspired by a traumatic experience when I was physically attacked in my own home by my nephew, my sister’s son. He managed to convince everyone that I had provoked the attack, which was a complete lie. This led me to write this poem to expose his cowardice.
The Coward
The coward of the county, who is my sister’s son, I used to take him everywhere; it was always exciting and fun.
Ever since he was born, I considered him one of my own.
Then, one horrible night, I opened the door to a frightening sight. I let him in and turned my back, unprepared for the vicious attack.
He took me from behind and began hitting my back, preventing me from getting up and giving him a smack.
Then I saw the coward sprint out the door, leaving me behind all bloody and sore.
He broke my rib and bruised my head, seeking medical attention, lying in a hospital bed.
It’s okay now; I can live with the past, but it’s just a reminder that memories last.