Moving

Filling up the boxes    
With everything once home  
Plastic toys and sneakers  
I don’t believe I’ve grown    
And in the last look I saw    
red and blue lights    
And sirens filled the air    
Then sunk into the night    
And if it’s in the past mom,  
And if it’s in the past dad,  
Why does the dust settle in the same spots  
Was there a knife in your hand?
And why did I get shoved    
down the stairs in the hall  
Why was the belt    
So loud against the wall  
And why from bed  
can I still hear the yells & fights  
When my brother is just cursing    
At his game in the night    
How could you blame  
that child for the bed  
In the basement; your blame & their pain  
Is still messing with her head.  
My boxes now gone  
And the feelings are unclear    
Unsure of what it means to say    
Here