Harden Street, 1958 (Part Two)

con't I watched in disbelief as I saw her hand reach flash of white sleeve her back as she turned to leave and the brick that fell as time stood still it tumbled down in slow motion. And I was only three and powerless to move or voice a warning stuck in the molasses of that summer morning. It knocked him cold and truth be told he was out for a long while I tasted bile saw her smile... No doctor was phoned Heal on your own Left alone I could only pray for my own survival, pray that she didn't know that I'd witnessed what she'd done to her six year old son. I'm ashamed of the ignorance I feigned. I hid what I'd seen, buried it deep, and prayed to God my soul to keep. I knew that she could squash me like a bug as casual as a shrug and it would be swept under the proverbial rug. She would have thrived on the attention no one would question no blame would be placed on the devil with the angel's face. I was taught not to recognize what I'd seen with my own two eyes. And now the replay switches gears: and I am drowning in my own tears, Just three and left alone on the sidewalk outside our home. She'd gone to Five Points to shop and did I want to go? and when I said no she just up and left and I was bereft