I wrote this poem from the perspective of a small child. |
~MOMMY, PLEASE COME HOME~ My Mommy met a man, and he moved in with us; At first he seemed real nice, I liked him very much. He would babysit, while Mommy was at work; I was only four, I think his name was Dirk. One day he baked me Cookies, I thought he was so nice; But as I drank my Milk, he said, “Now it’s playtime”. I wondered what he meant, cause he never did play games; He said, “This will be fun”, then he looked at me real strange. I only got to eat, two Cookies on my plate; Before he picked me up, his touch felt really strange. He carried me to the Bathroom, and took off all my clothes; I was so small and scared, I wanted Mommy home. He put me in the Tub, the water was real cold; He put soap on his hand’s, they looked so big and old. I remember being scared, when he put his hands on me; I didn’t like his touch, and cried for my Mommy. He didn’t say a word, he just touched me everywhere; I knew this wasn’t right, cause it made me really scared. I wanted to fight back, but he was just too strong; I thought I must have done, Something very wrong. I heard my Mommy’s voice, calling out for me; He stopped what he was doing, so Mommy wouldn’t see. All the rest of that bad day; I stayed in my bedroom; When Mommy tucked me in, I told her all the truth. She said I was a liar, and he would never do that; So I cried myself to sleep, clinging to my blanket. |