Harsh Trades
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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!
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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