In my childhood, can only remember that we all had white cotton top hair. Know that there is the image of my' dad, always away or drunk. Being the first born guess, I was a love child to my mom, then came three more. There were some ruff times not knowing if there would be food or a place to live. It was a struggle for my mom to make ends meet., little did she know! She borned four of girls, as we grew in age, we made our on fun. We all were afraid of my dad, only time we were not, was when he was drunk. He was not mean at those times, we could have some laughs, sad to say. Then as I got close to my teenage years, there were no more laughs. My dad started to void my body, was so afraid to tell, learned later, he voided all. Then one night I finally told my mom, know it shattered her life, so sorry mom. My mom and dad divorced not too long after the youngest told also. I forgave my dad, but will never excuse what he done, none of us will. On his dying day, I did not get to say goodbye, got there too late. On his marker..is , (WeLove You Daddy) Guess it was all we knew to say, even after all the he done to the family. (Precious Are The Children) ~If You Are A Victim~Tell Someone~ |
~Flames Of Hurt For All~ You Destroyed The Family |
Our Hurtss (c) Brenda-Mar, 2004 |
Percious (c) Owner, From My CD |