A Dusty Box of Memories.
A Dusty Box of Memories.
A dusty box of memories was full of untold hurts.
And out of fear, She kept them there, remembering, she'd cry.
That woman made afraid of men would give it one more try.
She'd know a man and have a child with him, who came to flirt.
She slowly peeked inside the box. Was trusting worth the cost?
To set aside those bleeding wounds that oozed from many scars.
Yet time alone was passing fast; dreams lived beneath life's mars.
And even if her feelings failed, a child was worth fear lost.
She thought and pondered while they talked and wondered what she'd do.
While at the dinner table full of food she cooked for him,
Small talk about philosophies amused the two of them.
Straight and stiff, not quite at ease, experience lacked, he knew.
He stood and took her by the hand seduction was his goal.
A bit confused, head in full spin, she bit the dust and sinned.
And he, all wet with pleasure's sweat, exhausted, wildly grinned.
She told him her conception plan; He said he'd take man's role.
And that is where the story starts about a hurt untold.
Within two weeks, she had conceived, both joy and fear were hers.
It seems that he was happy, too. They cuddled there in furs.
But in five months, the saga came that left her young heart cold.
As she was moving things about, he came with angry words.
You want to loose that baby? Here! He hit her with his fist.
Her happy heart in new life's bloom had suddenly been risked.
Hospitalized, in agony, Boy's cries would not be heard.
The first few years, she held the pain. Then, illness struck her mind.
She never saw her baby dead. His father looked at him…
Drugged, when she signed pain papers. Adoption? Did he steal him?
Year after year, without a child, would sanity unwind?
One year, a hacker came her way and viewed hospital files.
A boy child born two weeks from “death” was named her chosen name.
Though many years had come and gone, the question still remained.
Did the man who helped make life obtain her boy for his wife?
Written for Dusty Box of Memories Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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