She blew five candles
On her cake, angel
In a pink dress, hair
In little pigtails
Bound in pink ribbons
She was daddy's
Apple of the eye,
They had little
Secrets and stories
Tiny, tattles and tizzies
He tucked her to
Bed every night,
Kissed her forehead
As she slept, .
Lovingly fondled
Between her legs
Bittie body bruised,
Small soul soiled,
Little heart hurt,
Bambino bosom bled,
Dainty dreams dead.
Little one is scared,
It is all her fault
Or so she is told,
Daddy wont love her
If their playful
Secret is let out
She bleeds inside,
Cant play on the slide,
Childhood denied,
Crayons cast aside,
Daddy and demon coincide.
Terrified, eyes open wide,
Home colder than winter tide,
Nightmares she cant brush aside,
She has everything to hide,
Who the hell is on her side?
(This does not come from my personal experience..I felt I had to write these lines when I read this in the news.Dedicated to all the little souls who were raped by their father....my heart goes out for them)
First lines pull you in. Then they slap. Very powerful! ! Reshma
Read this while listening to Ozzy Osbourne's Sleep my li'l Child... And my cousin just flashed through my mind... She'd undergone this... But it was brutal she couldn make it thru... Your poem bleeds it out... truly amazing...
remember me o selfish one, i for one will forget none. u were the seeder u were the feeder, never did i knew, urself would be the reaper. in this unholy harvest. o god pray, make me no sinner.... i wrote this on behalf of the abused lill girl who is..... so still... so mute..to speak it out.
Very shocking and sickening. Its a pity that these things continue to happen every day. Where's safety and security? Thanks.
In the form of news i heard and read but did not realise. But after reading this i feel how much horrible is this act. My poem MY DAUGHTER is just opposite to your write.
Reshma you are not only a sensitive poet... you are brave...you have guts. We cannot sweep these issues under the carpet. Keep up the good work lady.Hats off to you.
OMG.... so sad yet so beautiful. thx for bringing this to everyones attention, people should write about this stuff more often as its never going to help when we keep it locked away, hate, darkness, fear and dread will build up unless we bring it out in the open and deal wif it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... it made me remember my dad. i really like it, please keep writing more.