Memories of my childhood came flooding back
as if they had happened only yesterday
as I watched a naughty child getting a smack.
Fear of punishment has never gone away
and is probably why I have towed the line
Children were seen and not heard back in my day.
Parental punishment is probably fine
but it was metered in large doses by that
vicious Victorian grandmother of mine.
She considered me to be a worthless brat.
She once locked me out in the cold just for fun
and she was even cruel to our poor old cat.
I’d have liked to have killed her if I’d a gun
but then I would have been judged the guilty one.
A Terza Rima Sonnet Writersdigest.com prompt – Childhood memories – not submitted