I started a poem three days ago, and I cannot finish it.

It is called, "We Never Wore Pajamas".

I think about the words,
but there are images that I cannot make go away.

The kids and I are afraid.
Afraid of YOU.

I hide what you do to me so closely from them.
I send them away.

There is no time to put on their pajamas.
Do they even have any?

I am not sure,
but they are safe.

They are tucked safely in their bedrooms while you...
hurt me.

I am quiet so they do not hear.

I tell no one.
No one will believe me when I finally do tell anyway.

You are a boyscout.
You cover it all so well.
A teacher, a nobleman, a believer, a fine man is what they say.

But, you hurt me.

You make me less than I am,
and i am sorry,
so sorry,


to my beautiful children,
that we never wore pajamas.