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There is this little girl who eternally resides deep deep inside, Behind the face of a woman is where she continuously hides. Sometimes she will allow herself to remember back to the days When she was a small child and in the fields where she did play. Her memories mostly of her buddying around with her only brother That is all that she has left now since his life was ended by another. Most of her memories she holds dearest to heart were with him The memories that haunt her the most are memories of "Them" Mother would pack up the children and run far from their father Daddy was abusive and would beat his wife, son and daughters. One night Mother and Father had spent a night on the town together, When they got home a fight broke out, Daddy went outside and pulled the trigger. His small son & daughter in the window crying and watching with fear There mother told them to go back to bed and try to get some rest, Them looking confused, she said "It's just ketchup all over his chest." After years of watching the beatings and taking some of their own Mommy finally took all three children and left their Daddy all alone. Daddy got better and stopped laying abusive hands on all of them But Mommy could not handle teens and with her it all started again.                                     Lopez ©reationz 2014
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
Scars of a Child
There is this little girl who eternally resides deep deep inside, Behind the face of a woman is where she continuously hides. Sometimes she will allow herself to remember back to the days When she was a small child and in the fields where she did play. Her memories mostly of her buddying around with her only brother That is all that she has left now since his life was ended by another. Most of her memories she holds dearest to heart were with him The memories that haunt her the most are memories of "Them" Mother would pack up the children and run far from their father Daddy was abusive and would beat his wife, son and daughters. One night Mother and Father had spent a night on the town together, When they got home a fight broke out, Daddy went outside and pulled the trigger. His small son & daughter in the window crying and watching with fear There mother told them to go back to bed and try to get some rest, Them looking confused, she said "It's just ketchup all over his chest." After years of watching the beatings and taking some of their own Mommy finally took all three children and left their Daddy all alone. Daddy got better and stopped laying abusive hands on all of them But Mommy could not handle teens and with her it all started again.                                     Lopez ©reationz 2014
To my brother, Rip in Paradise.  March 1969 -  September 2000
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
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