You Are Lucky You Are Three

Come on in, Sweetie, the air is warm. I will be your new mother, not do you harm. Come on in, honey, your old mother is gone. You’ll forget her swiftly, and now your name’s John. Sure, honey, I remember how I cried my first month too. I hate to see you sad. It is horrible to see you blue. I was nearly four when my captors took me. You are lucky, honey, that you are only merely three. You are mine now. Here is your new Dad. We have renamed you because you were so bad. You will not go to school or learn lessons outside. We are keeping you always. You forever will hide.