You left that child broken

Hearted

You touched, and threatened

So, I lied

You never should have

Been welcomed to my room

 

With responses, so confusing

A little girls love

Twisted, mortified

 

You paid dearly, for your sin

They found the car, but never him

 

Its taken decades

For me

To find her

 

Hand in hand now

We walk assured

 

©2016 Amanda Potter