Child of Mine

You left that child broken


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

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