Rose bushes blooming
Despite the summer showers
Brightening the day
Month: July 2015
Too Hot For a Coat
Summer Holidays
Summer holidays
Children get a break from school
Rain starts the first day
Trust
WARNING: Contains material that may cause distress
It’s not the things you said to me,
It’s not the things you did,
It’s not the things you asked of me,
Or things you did and hid
It’s not the way you treated me
Nor things you made me do
It’s not the things you showed to me
Or made me show to you
It’s not the way you came to me
The middle of the night
Pretending you were comforting
You never saw my fright
It’s not the hurtful memories
That make me feel so sad
It’s that I used to trust you
It’s that you were my dad
But now that life is over
And I can start to heal
And put away those memories
And get a chance to feel
Saved from your evil clutches
I’m starting life again
And maybe I’ll be normal
Before I get to ten
No, dad, I won’t forget you
Or things that you once did
But all those crazy memories
I’ve put away and hid
It isn’t easy for a child
For one as young as me
To leave behind those hurtful thoughts
And hurtful memories
But now I live with Grandma
And she knows what to do
And Grandpa’s gentle, loving voice
Will help me to get through
They have such kind expressions
With loving, gentle care
They give me lots of cuddles
When hurtful thoughts are there
They put up with my whining
And crying in the night
They take away the nasty thoughts
That often cause me fright
They’re such a calming presence
At times when I think back
They fill my days with wonder
E’en when my mood is black
And someday I’ll repay them
For all the love they’ve shown
For giving me the kind of life
I’ll treasure as my own
And now those distant mem’ries
Are fading out of sight
Despite the fact they sometimes come
The middle of the night
No longer am I worried
That you will come to me
Like when you were my daddy
And I was only three
For now that life is over
A new life has begun
A life that’s new each morning
A bright new, shining sun
And I can now move forward
Forgetting all your lust
Because I have new parents
And these I know I trust
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Someone asked me, recently, why I’ve been so quiet lately. This poem has been bubbling around for months. It’s a tribute to all the survivors, and to all who help them survive.