I was 2 ½ years old, innocent and pure.
And going through things no child should endure.
I wanted my Mommy but the court said “No.”
Daddy’s and Nanny’s is where they said I must go.
I love my Daddy but something’s not right.
He did things to hurt me almost every night.
I couldn’t talk too well then and kept things inside.
But soon I could tell what I once had to hide….
Now, today things are better- God will heal my small soul.
I’ve learned some new words and finally…. I told, I told.