Legacy

I could see it all so clearly,
from my hiding spot under the bed.
When he came charging at you,
blood spurted from your nose.
As you landed on the floor,
you tried to crawl away.
He left a legacy of torment,
for any ace to find.
You cried and pleaded for him to cease,
when he sat himself upon your chest.
He added to your collection of black and blue and green,
all you could do was lay there and scream.
He sprang to his feet,
aiming a big black boot.
In that second you knew,
with all the anguish in your heart.
You can never show your unborn son,
what it truly means to be loved.