Repressed Memory!
Fifty years of excuses passed on by a Father.
Or was it his son's legacy handed down.
Reasons for keeping things the same,
Behavior learned, carried out for generations,
No one speaks out, they all keep going on.
An innocent frail girl stood
With a smile, on her face, anticipating
The one she knew was her husband.
He momentarily stopped and greeted.
the child she pushed in the carriage.
He disappeared in the underground tunnel.
Day after day, she searched. But he was gone!
Accompanied by the woman who joined him.
She watched as they disappeared never to be seen,
For seven years and all they were, was a blurry memory.
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Or was it his son's legacy handed down.
Reasons for keeping things the same,
Behavior learned, carried out for generations,
No one speaks out, they all keep going on.
An innocent frail girl stood
With a smile, on her face, anticipating
The one she knew was her husband.
He momentarily stopped and greeted.
the child she pushed in the carriage.
He disappeared in the underground tunnel.
Day after day, she searched. But he was gone!
Accompanied by the woman who joined him.
She watched as they disappeared never to be seen,
For seven years and all they were, was a blurry memory.
Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.
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