A call

Sometimes it’s a late-night call,

The paramedics, a hole in my wall,

My toilet broken, water everywhere

My daughter shouting, she doesn’t care.

Call the police I need some help,

Now she’s trying to hurt herself.

Arrested. Now I turn to address

the aftermath, crying I clear the mess.

Numb whilst reassuring my son

“We’ll get help this can’t go on”,

but social services failed us all.

I brace myself for the next call