GRANDPA (chapter 3)

Grandpa came to live with us, when I was six or seven,
this man was my hero, he was truly sent from Heaven.
There was a man before him, he was my Father’s boss,
my baby sitter and Uncle, he didn’t give a toss.

He thought that I was beautiful, a really sexy type
the pain that he inflicted, my tears he did not wipe,
perhaps I was his playboy bunny, or maybe just a toy
the inner and outer wounds, would destroy this little boy.

One night while I was in his ‘care,’ he decided he must play
that night has remained beside me, and I walk with it today,
he made me wash his dishes, while dressed in my sister’s clothes
I think I need not say more, for you know how the story goes.

He put my head under the water, all filled with grease and fat
then he made my body bleed, as abusiveness he spat,
he sat down at the table and poured himself a beer
my Uncle and my babysitter, the man I came to fear.

Then one day, when home from school,
there was an old man on a stool,
I just thought “Oh My God” I am sick of these old men
my heart began to pound, not another sexy friend!

My mother said come here son, there is someone new to meet
so I walked up to him and my Grandpa I did greet,
‘he will be sleeping in your room, in Uncle George’s bed”
I can not begin to say, what went through my head.

So time went by and I just cried, with fear for the night
I prayed that night would never come, I think I’d lost my fight,
so night-time came and night-time went and the sun began to rise
for the first time in my short life, no tears fell from my eyes.

Pa stayed with us for five short years, no sign of Uncle George
no stinking, drunken’ psycho, with my body on which to gorge,
then I got the news, after school when I arrived
Grandpa had passed away, cancer he’d not survived.

I never knew that he was sick or that he was in pain
I did not know at that young age, that I’d not see him again,
he was my hero this old man, the best friend of all time
and it is to my beautiful Grandpa that I dedicate this rhyme.

Author Notes
This is Chapter 3 of my “Childhood Series.” This man saved me from years of potential sexual abuse. I had already endured a few years, i’m not sure how long. It did not stop the beatings but it helped. He was my best friend. My father hated him. I loved him. Thanks to Google Images for the pic.

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