Mary Next Door. Poem by fanniesson -

Sure, she sexually abused me!
If you're being a stickler here
an following the true letter of the law,
and the way it's written

But I'm seventy-plus years old now
and I still can't find fault in
these memories of her and me
that one summer into the next.
Before she started panicking
with these fears.

'Someone's gonna catch us together! '
We have to stop!
I don't know what I was thinking!
This is so wrong, bla bla bla!

Memories of her have held up
better than my first homerun hit,
car brought, schools graduated from,
and.

When I visit my father's grave,
those few times a year that I do.
I always stop by hers and say
a quick prayer, and,

On the ride home,
'to tell you the truth'.
I'm not thinking about the old man.