Libby Lou Poem by Elizabeth Jordan Heinbuch

It was there-
In the darkness- unaware
I pictured it:
A little girl in a story book
Everyone forsook,
Lost and look-in for love.
Dressed in her easter best
Blonde pigtails and a yellow dress
It was there-
next to her teddy bear
On the unmade bed
She'd never forget
What he had done to her.
In the shadows
He stole her virtue
And she became a silent statue
swallowing a scream
Like: 'What have you done to me? '
I was hopin it was just a dream
Which visits me quite regularly
But i know it really happened to me.
I know:
He was never sorry.