monster
grandmother married a monster…
a fair haired Norwegian man
I called Uncle Dan,
who instructed me to touch him…
you know… down there.
I was ten…
I stood immobilized…
unable to catch my breath
and frightened half to death.
grandmother married a monster…
a beer bellied, drunk of a man
I called Uncle Dan,
who seized my hand and placed it…
you know… down there.
I was eleven…
I stood transfixed…
unable to catch my breath
and frightened half to death.
grandmother married a monster…
a sad, pathetic excuse for a man
I called Uncle Dan,
placing his mouth on mine, he fondled me…
you know… down there.
I was twelve…
I stood defiant…
screaming, kicking and catching my breath;
I frightened him half to death.
© Copyright 2007 Gerard Lebel
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These poems are hard to write. This contains a stark message, and a warning that things aint always the way that they seem. So many get away with it, until the brave downtrodden few regain their dignity, summon up their fury and fight back.Thanks for sharing a personal piece.
An apt title for this stark, brave write. The repetition of words that don't mention but say everything is a master touch, and the outcome in the closing verse is a triumph. An affecting and admirable write.
Daring as wrestling the Alligator . You write this with guts. My admiration.
You are truly courageous to write about this painful experience..I am truly glad you managed to scare him off finally..
I felt your pain.
Jerry, my hope is that the writing of this painfully honest poem had some kind of cathartic effect on you. At least these aren't suppressed memories that could suddenly wreck your mind. Your friend in words, Pete
I admire your courage for writing this, and I'm glad you fought... an honest open write Jerry..
I agree with Fay, a difficult poem to write...well done for the good kicking he deserved !...Maggie
Painful to write and yet brilliantly positive feel to this poem on the abuse of a child by a monster-adult - -bravo for this posting Jerry.
I hope you shared your experience with your grandmother and that she kicked Uncle Dan where it would have hurt most and sent him on his way!! As always another lovely heartfelt write Jerry..... Pat x
I like the ending of your poem. smart boy. Uncle Dan did need to be kicked down there.
It took guts to put this on paper and even more to publish it Gerard. Thank you for opening your heart and sharing this with us my friend. You are not alone.