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.
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