A Little Girl’s Memories

Lying in bed that afternoon

Had me pondering many things

Will I finish college right, or

Sail away on fleeting wings?

When at that moment something

New and strange occurred to me.

Was it good? Was it bad?

I wish I could unsee.

The memory of a broken girl

Who cried at the hands of a monster.

She tried to save her younger self,

But was afraid that he'd abuse her.

The memory of a young mother

Dreading what she had seen.

Knowing that something must be

Done to this boy of fifteen.

The memory of a father's heart

Being ripped at it's core.

He had done all he could to

Help and he could take no more.

The memory of an outraged grandmother

As her grandson had done wrong.

But it wasn't the victim's who

Shared her martyr's song.

The reality of a broken child

Who was only three years old.

She never understood what had

Happened to make her feel so cold.

She didn't know why big sister would

Cry, when the night turned dark.

She wanted desperately to help

But did not know how to embark.

She didn't know why mom was angry

And always said she was sorry.

Mom never did any wrong, and

Yet she constantly would worry.

She didn't know why dad became

Silent and no longer said a word.

Was it her fault he was like this?

Whatever, it really hurt.

She didn't know why her grandma

Constantly stole her away,

To give her and the boy some time

To bond and to play.

She didn't know why brother would

Play in such an awful manner.

She never liked these terrible games,

But he never cared about her.

All at once, these thoughts flooded

Her mind, like a broken dam.

The once innocent girl, was now

no longer "happy as a clam".

No one keep the story from her.

She had known the story already.

But now to her it was no longer

A story, but a reality.

Her fury was sparked and with

The energy she had she yelled,

For the sister who tried, but

Was pulled through this wicked hell.

For the mom who stopped what

Could've been a bigger problem.

For the dad who stopped talking

And became nothing but solemn.

For the grandmother who hated

Her as a reminder of his failure.

And for him, who decided his wants

Were worth more than his behavior.