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A case of abuse happened, a few years back,
My grandson injured, I wanted to attack!
But I listened to others, what they had to say.
If I killed the man, I’d surely pay.
Three years later, the gavel swung,
Ninety days in jail, for what he had done.
The man’s now gone, from my grandson’s life.
Left my girl behind, needed more spice.
Everyone thought, the past lay behind.
All swept away, in the hands of time.
The boy came to visit, a few months ago.
What he asked, has tore my soul.
Said, “Gramps, you love Na-Na and watch over her.
You love momma, cause she’s your girl.”
I nodded my head, wondering where he would go.
I kept silent, I didn’t know.
“You love aunt “Beanie“, and Spencer too,
I know this, they belong to you.
You love me, there’s no doubt.”
What he said next, ripped my heart out.
Said, “I still remember, what he did to me.
Remember it well, and I was only three.
I think of the hands, the knuckles and boots.
But Gramps, when that happened….
Where were you?”

Hamp.

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WHY? (CHILD ABUSE)

Contributed by hamp on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 04:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

A case of abuse happened, a few years back,
My grandson injured, I wanted to attack!
But I listened to others, what they had to say.
If I killed the man, I’d surely pay.
Three years later, the gavel swung,
Ninety days in jail, for what he had done.
The man’s now gone, from my grandson’s life.
Left my girl behind, needed more spice.
Everyone thought, the past lay behind.
All swept away, in the hands of time.
The boy came to visit, a few months ago.
What he asked, has tore my soul.
Said, “Gramps, you love Na-Na and watch over her.
You love momma, cause she’s your girl.”
I nodded my head, wondering where he would go.
I kept silent, I didn’t know.
“You love aunt “Beanie“, and Spencer too,
I know this, they belong to you.
You love me, there’s no doubt.”
What he said next, ripped my heart out.
Said, “I still remember, what he did to me.
Remember it well, and I was only three.
I think of the hands, the knuckles and boots.
But Gramps, when that happened….
Where were you?”

Hamp.

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Re: WHY? (CHILD ABUSE) (User Rating: 1 )
by Kalika on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:11:41 AM AEST
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ouch, This must have really hurt, thank the Goddess that this was stopped b4 it went any further.

Kali

Re: WHY? (CHILD ABUSE) (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:54:38 AM AEST
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Theres nothing anyone can ever say to take away the guilty feelings..nothing.You know you would have prevented it if you were there but God does work in mysterious ways and if you had of intervened that day,then maybe there would have been a next time but worse.
Please dont be hard on yourself...just keep loving your family the way you already do..Thanks for sharing..and I hope you find some inner peace with this.

Re: WHY? (CHILD ABUSE) (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 12:28:23 PM AEST
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there are those that would've given anything in the world to prevent this.....and then there are thers that give their whole world to monsters and turn the other way.........do not fret.....love , hold, comfort.....this will affect him for the rest of his life.....patience.....i know...i care!!!!

Re: WHY? (CHILD ABUSE) (User Rating: 1 )
by VampiricSuccubus on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 10:57:05 PM AEST
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this is an amazing write... it's brought ters to my eyes

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