About me.

About me.

 

One night like most nights

Making the long drive home

From working with a damaged child

Somewhere down the road.

 

My mobile rang and I listened

To Denver’s soft whispered voice

“Hi can I ask you a question?”

“You know you always can.”

 

“What do you want to ask me?”

Silence just the sound of the road

So I said “What’s the question Denver?”

She said “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

 

“Go ahead anyway I’m listening

I have plenty of time just ask away”

In a slow voice I heard a little girl say

“Can I have a blood transfusion?”

 

“I don’t want my blood anymore”.

I asked her to explain so Denver replied

“She told me my dad isn’t my dad

My blood will prove he isn’t my dad.”

 

“So if I get my blood taken out

And have my dad’s blood put in

They won’t take me away from him”.

Denver was 9 years old today.

 

She was asleep when her naked

Raving drunken mother broke in

And in a hate filled rage

Killed the pets of the children.

 

She explained her mother phoned

For her birthday with the news

“Your dad isn’t your dad

He’s somebody you don’t know”.

 

“But Rob” Denver said

“My dad’s really my real dad.

He’s been there forever.

He’s the only one I’ve known.”

 

“If I have his blood

They won’t take me away.”

She sighed when she heard me say

“I won’t let them take you away.”

 

Sequel

I met Denver’s dad today

He smiled when he saw me

Shook my hand and said

Denver’s grown she’s OK

 

She’s working

And living her life

After a childhood

Straight out of hell

 

Ten years before

He came asking for help

Somehow it doesn’t

Feel that long to me now.

 

And the memory of that child

Her struggles with such pain

It’s still so strong I can feel it

But I also see her smile again.

 

And before he bade me good bye

He thanked me for the advice

And the quiet words to reassure

His small lost child who phoned

Because she knew she could

At times when her worries grew

Too much for her heart to take

And now Denver’s growing too.

 

From my poetry collection “Time to Heal”.

RAC.

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