Bryant

Bryant I see him hold back the tears. His lips quiver and shake. Too young, he hasn't the years. A decision he didn't make. Mama will protect you. And when you're angry too. I will hold you when you cry. And love you if you lie. Confusion settles in. I'm at a loss myself. I just want him to smile, to grin. Those dreams are on a shelf. Innocence stolen and gone. My sweet boy When will this be done? My sweet boy This poem was written about my six-year-old son who was molested by his father.