Who remembers the children,
lonely, scared, and cold?
Do we ever speak of them
make sure their stories are told?
We whisper years of the one who did it,
murmur how it was wrong.
But only the child for a moment,
then the tears are gone.
It hurts too much
so they say.
And yet I hold onto,
all he suffered that day.
I remember and I imagine
the emotions he went through.
I never could completely understand,
what it meant to be you.
To watch the one you loved so much,
transform mother to monster.
Were you forced to see,
losing you changed her.
How long did it take you to understand,
guess what was about to come?
Questions spilling from your mouth,
until the rope was hung?
I pray you never understood,
I pray fear never broke through,
I pray you only knew love.
I pray every day for you,
My Jude.
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