A YOUNG WOMAN I MET
I met a young woman she's twenty eightGood looking a pretty face , rather attractive
Desirable I confess
We get to talking , I mainly listen
Her life not to be endive
Her father aboust her , and her sisters as well
When she was two he started on her , soon
Her started on her sisters soon after
She told a friend one of her school friends
Who soon told a teacher
Then it was school head who called her in to
The office , asked ''is it true? '' Yes it's true
All of what I told what my dad dos to me
And my sisters '' '' Yes all that and more is true ''
The head called the social services
Then they where swiftly taken to a children's home
Kind of difficult to to give the tender loving care in
A children's home all those children , so treated as kid's
Love spread very thinly around them all
After she got in to heroin , trying to kick it , now on methadon
And crack cocaine
Two children , she loves , love so much she gave them up fore adoption
That takes love a lot of love fore a mother to do make such a decision
On top of that a few years ago she was diagnose with bipolar one two
She did not know
I am no professional , so reluctantly I had to walk away
At least I listened , gave her my time , showed I genuinely cared
Did not sit in judgement of her , she's a victim as many are
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-09-20 at 19:39
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