Her Story

Her story Her story Was not an ordinary story But one that was quite odd That to this day Shivers  Crawl down my spine When I hear it. It was a warm Summer day  With her favorite blue shirt And jean shorts. Her beautiful hair Blew in the wild wind As she raced home In the pouring rain. A man Offered shelter  So the rain Could run away. A new shirt She was given  By this man. He sat close With an arm wrapped  Around her As he moved his hands. But she couldn't Escape his grip, No She found herself Stuck beneath his weight. How she got away Was a mystery Even to her. She raced home  With the man trailing behind. Struggling to her  Mother's arms As she quietly whispers, "I see you have met your father." Her story was only shared One time in her life With her dearest friends, Never to be mentioned  To her dear mother.