Bryant

Bryant

I see him hold back the tears.
His lips quiver and shake.
Too young, he hasn't the years.
A decision he didn't make.

Mama will protect you.
And when you're angry too.
I will hold you when you cry.
And love you if you lie.

Confusion settles in.
I'm at a loss myself.
I just want him to smile, to grin.
Those dreams are on a shelf.

Innocence stolen and gone.
My sweet boy
When will this be done?
My sweet boy

This poem was written about my six-year-old son who was molested by his father.