The verses of childhood should be something sweet
Yet ring around the rosey was not quite so neat
Children skipping for years to words of the plague
The brothers Grimm taught her some dark tales don’t fade
As a child love was not something she learned,
It was a muddied concept for which she had yearned.
She heard of it in church and at Sunday school.
Where she occasionally went but not as a rule.
Sometimes he dropped her in the church parking lot
She’d enter in search of what she had not.
They sang there of joy found deep in the heart,
She wondered if that early hymn was the start.
She thinks what kept him from ever going in
Was really about being afraid of his sin
He stayed on the outside mired in guilt
And sent his wallet to the church that was built.
Eventually it would come down to her telling him
What he thought was forgotten, she held within
She didn’t really know how her truth would resound
An explanation or I’m sorry, would he just leave town
Such foolishness really, he would just double down
How incredible must have been the size of his fear
As he raced away to get first to those she held dear
And the culture of silence was born that very day
In a family that sent money to God but did not pray
How much easier it was to see the child as insane
And believe the lies uttered to protect his own name
This is not shocking you know, it’s not even new
To protect status quo it’s just something we do
One day she just left to find her own joy
The kind that she felt when she held her wee boy
Then a day came when he had grown tall
And she understood that he saw it all
But how she exclaimed did you grow so wise
There was so much she’d tried to keep from his eyes
I watched as you worked and I saw how you grew
The lies never fooled me I learned that from you