Dark Thinking

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Dark Thinking

©2014 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

“You’ll always be my little girl.”

 

What did that mean?

 

Memories still tumble down

That rocky hill of childhood;

Strange things . . . scary things

Deep dark and screamy things

 

. . . thought the little girl.

 

Rock, rock . . . thump and bump

Three kids sat all in a row;

The sofa became their “carni” ride

They rocked and rolled and screamed!

 

Back and forth with such hefty force

They drove holes into the wall.

Memories haunt the little girl

Even though she’s now grown old.

 

“You’ll always be my little girl.”?

There were no hugs or comforting words;

Those came from Gramma’s arms and heart

Not this mommy dear.

 

Can’t fathom those dark blurbs from the past

What did they all mean?

The thumps and rocking so hard?

All part of the ugly scene?

 

Just childish images of a bogeyman,

A phantom father’s brutalities?

Can’t open that door . . . and what’s more . . .

The little girl doesn’t want to!