Small, blonde, blue eyed girl kindergarten age, but not yet six Brown haired eleven year old boy going through puberty She trusted and was innocent He betrayed and committed a grave sin
The upstairs bedroom with the twin beds A bed with smooth sheets and curtains closed A single light bulb burning bright in the ceiling Outside behind the garage with car parts and a burn barrel
Memories a five year old shouldn’t have Actions an eleven year old shouldn’t take She didn’t know it was wrong He coaxed her to keep it a secret
Innocence forgotten, walls erected Shame she felt as time went on Terrified to place blame Years passing, it all stopping
Sadness knowing what transpired, never telling Afraid of accusations of lying An uncle a young girl should love and trust Instead she learns to loathe
Discovering she was not at fault No longer will she be ashamed Confrontation is a step towards a demon destroyed Soul soothing, enabling the skeletons to be released
His denial is his shackles of shame Innocence lost never to be recovered