| Silent Childhood Tucked in without a hug, no "I Love You" to end his day. What kind of childhood was this, neglect, some would say. The truth, indeed is much deeper, intense, and full of pain. This "neglect" was instead a blessing, compared to the previous life of shame. Abuse in both deed and in word, the young girl was subjected to. Quite unlike the view from the outside, Love spoken and nice manners too. Frustration found it�s way to the innocent, A mouth to feed and a target to hit, What a loser, slut, and so stupid, replayed over again in her head. A solemn pledge is prayed into a wet pillow, the terror will die with her. Wounds would heal and scars would fade, memories hid out of view. The home she created would be different, no tears would be brought on from fear. She turned to some books to help guide her, studiously learning parent skills. Still afraid to be touched by another, but a child just hasn�t a clue. Normal is the world that we�re handed, Their bond, so unique emerged through. Day to day, all the scrapes and the bruises, Calmly cared for and problems remedied. Years flew by, playing and learning Always the family was first priority. I love you for ending things cruel, Mom I�m so sorry for what you endured. Though inward eyes can�t possibly see it, Your sacrificing love is what raised me. Paul Fresco Fort Worth, Texas Copyright �2002 All rights reserved. BACK E-MAIL |