Writing this for Sunday Scribblings for their prompt, In the news... This is self explanatory. This is the kind of news which scares me to bits. As I work for abused children and have to deal with all sort of eventualities, there is a grain of truth in here. Writing this from the perspective of a little girl. Hence the broken sentences.
*This is not a poem.
Papa's little girl
Here I am with my momma and papa.
I am their sweet child.
I feel momma does not love me.
She is always so busy to hold me in her arms.
She comes home so late.
By that time I am almost asleep.
I do feel her lips on my forehead sometimes.
Telling me how much she loves me.
But papa, you do.
You always do.
Oh papa, you make me sit on your lap,
kissing me and playing with me.
Those loving touches by you, papa,
thrills me to bits.
I love it when you came home early
from work to hold me
It feels so right.
When you told me it was our little secret.
That I shouldn’t mention it to any one,
I was very pleased.
I did not want to share this with any one.
Not even momma.
How I hate momma sometimes!
On holidays, she takes up all your time.
You too ignore me then.
The other day momma got home early.
She saw me with you.
Why was she so angry?
Why were you so quiet?
You kept away from me too.
When I told momma, I liked you touching me,
She said it was wrong.
How can it be wrong?
Why is momma taking me away from you?
Can’t you stop her?
Oh papa, don’t ever let me go.
Hold me in your arms.
We will share our secret yet again….and again.
Shall I undress now?
Why don’t you say something?
I love you, papa.
Papa, why is the police here and asking for you?
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