In observance of National Child Abuse Prevention Month in April, I wrote a new poem.
For Our Daughter
By: The Sacred Fox
Filled with false cheer, I grin,
His fingers joined through mine.
Biting back distress, I acquiesce,
For none know I have hidden the signs.
My family and friends know him well,
Yet I cannot bear to break their heart.
He said it shall never happen again.
Am I selfish in returning to the start?
Affection, on my behalf,
Has now chosen a different road.
Although, his violent marks have begun to fade,
My spirit continues to corrode.
Thoughts whirl through my mind
As I slide a furtive hand over my tum.
Had I the courage or preservation of mind,
He would understand my disdain of rum.
Months after, so, he no longer remains a pother.
May he stay this way, now and forever, for our daughter.
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