Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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Harsh Trades

Harsh Trades (Child Custody)

My daughter is home.
Back from her fathers, 
house. 
She smiled and hugged,
me,
at the door.

Now…, safe.

I do not see marks, 
I do not see bruises, 
All is well?
Except for the ones,
un-found.

An evil kind of penance,
paid on my behalf, 
for leaving, 
and forsaking,
being beaten until quaking. 

My child must go through, 
the valley of the dark,
but she is not alone.
Angels, light the spark!

The law says,
I have no choice, 
But ‘coward’ best be…wary.
God, He is a jealous King,
and more than a little scary!

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Demetrios Trifiatis August 5, 2019 at 3:45 AM How horrific if this is a true story dearest, Ann. How could a father be that evil a d hurt an innocent child, his own blood? Excellently written poem that leaves its mark deep into the heart of the reader! Ann Foster August 5, 2019 at 12:32 PM Things that happen all that time, and few speak about. Fear is a tool used by those that have a personal agenda. so sad... Thank you for your kind remarks. Blessings on your day. Ann