AN INNOCENT TIME...by b. Malin

I remember a short lived "Innocent Time" as a child...

I remember when I didn't know about Death.

Divorce and Violence were just "Words"

That Adults spoke in hushed tones...

I remember when I found out,

What the word Divorce meant...

It meant that I was to live with Daddy,

When Mommy went away...

Shhh, she's sick in the Head.

I was only Three, but I HEARD

What they said.

And I would go to bed and pray,

That I'd wake up, a GROWNUP.

And eventually my prayers were answered.

I remember when I found out

What the word "DEATH" meant...

It was when my Father died.

I was twenty-four, and I couldn't handle it.

I wasn't ready to let him go.

And I cried so, at his Funeral.

Shhh, they said...

Don't Cry in front of your child...

It's too Violent for him to see,

He's only Three...

You're a Big Girl now... cry Silently.