Secrets
she was barely two
she got to stay home
from church
with uncle d.
they played cards
he made her laugh as
she sat on his knee
he said this is a secret
between you and me
grandma would get
mad at us
then on a stormy
winter night he took
her to his bed
and he hurt her
he said this is our
secret grandma
must never know
or she will send
you away
she remembered
those three steps
down to his bedroom
when she was forty
he was in his grave
and the secret was
kept, grandma
never knew.
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