The Gift
31 January, 2006
Author: Catyrose
She hears his footsteps down the hall
Darkness invades the room
Closing her eyes, ever so tight
Maybe he’ll not stop in tonight
The scent of whiskey fills the hot and stifling air
As he makes his way towards the door
Trembling beneath the bedclothes she prays
Please, please God, make him go away
When did it start?
Mother had been gone for awhile
Heaven took her away
Is that when she became, his most precious prey?
Innocence he took from her
Replaced with the gift of shame
Wrapped in tainted ribbons
From head to toe
In a garment that continues to bear his name
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| Clive (71.37.156.96) -- Wednesday, February 1 2006, 12:34 am In a sweat of terror and a heart of wanting to help, I cry at this disgusting act that took so much away, Not just the moment but each day that followed, Children are our miracles of life and deserve much more than our best. Thank you for stirring the emotions within. |
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