I Remember.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 04, 2018

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Sometimes when I'm alone at night or in the car,

you come to mind and I wonder what you're doing or where you are.

Not because I am worried about you, or that I really care,

it's because when I think of you- all that fear is still there!

I remember everything.

So many thoughts... that I wish were dreams!

So many cries, so many screams.

I remember what time of day it was,

what I heard and what I saw.

It was as if I was ripped awake by a rake or a claw.

I remember how old we were,

I remember where,

I run to the doorway and see you both there.

I remember everyday it seems,

it haunts me night and day.

We rescued her years ago!

Yet all the fears and anger stay!?

I remember what time of day it was.

I remember where.

I remember the look on her face,

I remember your cold blooded stare.

I can't remember what you were mad for,

but I can remember your eyes,

Your hands around her throat and her head against the floor

I can remember lies,

every breath you told more.

I remember yanking you off her

-holding her in my arms.

Kicking and pushing between you

-to save my sister from more harm.

I hope you think of that day too,

I hope you know as I do,

I hope it is as obvious,

it was for me, so it should be for you:

If I had not awoke,

if I had not stopped you,

While you were seeing red,

You were going to kill her,

My sister... Your Daughter

Would. Be. Dead.

“Why didn't you leave? Why didn't you run?” They said

I would have, we would have,

but my sister couldn't see,

I couldn't see either,

if I'm speaking honestly.

All we knew was fear and anger

-topped off with any "love" you had.

We thought that was what "home" was,

We thought you were just a "typical" dad.

I know better now, all will agree, you were never a father to me.


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