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in the dark-
the secret, in Dad’s chair,
watching the Cardinals game
eagerly looking ahead to
when this is done
by childish adults,
mockingly rejoicing
the sacrifice.
Recently discovered
the secret
absconds to the bowels
of St. Petersburg,
faith so utterly misplaced,
so fully betrayed,
struggling to keep her family
destroyed by the intrusion
of a runaway from St. Louis.
Her lies-
going to get
the unsuspecting children,
grandchildren
of her dead husband
by her betrayal of my trust,
by cruel sadistic acts
of sacred ritual of molesting children
by administrative fugitives
out on $2500 bond
who keeps her warm at night,
in the dark.
Not a great poem but I had to write something.
I recently took my kids to Florida (I didn’t post about it then- if I had I may as well have titled the post “Come break into my house since I’m out of town.”). We went to visit the kids’ “grandma-” the wife of their grandfather and the stepmother to their mother. Their grandfather died last Thanksgiving.
When we got there we found Grandma has a live-in boyfriend we knew nothing about. It turned out the boyfriend was an absconded sex offender from St. Louis. She knew this and didn’t tell us so that we would bring my children anyway. The man had been convicted of trying to molest a 10-year-old girl. My daughter is 10. Grandma basically delivered my daughters to this child molester so she could keep getting her jollies.
I turned him in. He was arrested, then released on $2500 bond. The girls were safe.
It’s hard to imagine feeling more betrayed or more angry.
Wow, just wow…thanks for giving the background on this for I thought it was maybe a case of yours. I would be very very angry as well. Write on ~ a
Thanks, Angela. Your “like” means especially much to me since you well know what strong writing is.
I’ll keep writing. Believe me, there’s a lot to get out. You can imagine how much anger I’ve got to work with!
It took me about 10 days being home just being with the anger and betrayal before I could start to work with it.
The (*&(*& tried to groom me, talking Cardinal baseball and showing off his Harley, thinking I’d be impressed and I’d give him my trust and let my kids near him.
Sorry, man, your Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me. You’re going back to prison.
At least I got to enjoy the Myakka River. Amazing park- beautiful. Gators everywhere.
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