Children should be seen and not heard.
Trust those who love you.
Age = knowledge and experience.
Always respect your elders.
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So many lessons in our youth
are learned and re-learned early on
the main one is “You’re just a child,
who speaks in stories and half-truths
no time to listen, move along…”
But there are evils that are wrong
a side that others may not see;
when shared aloud, they won’t believe
cannot handle, won’t respond…
until you think you’ve misconstrued.
While lost in youthful fantasy
a grandpa breaks a sacred bond:
to fondle adolescent girls
who happen to be family—
easy prey; then he absconds…
And they are left to carry on
in silence carrying the shame,
not understanding what he did
nor quite the way they should respond
—they shelve away and then move on.
Senility might be blame
at ninety did you even know?
While decades pass and they retain
the scars you left so long ago,
mistrust of loved ones still ingrained.
I always thought that I’d outgrow
the guilt I carry deep inside.
No, you were not a paragon
and over time I’ve come come to know
through all the years that you’ve been gone
how thoughts of you bring mixed reviews
….yet your and I still know the truth…
©Ginny Brannan 2016
Written in first person, inspired by a story I recently read, and another story heard long ago.
Some things are never forgotten…