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Six Years Old

 


The first time I broke

I was 6 years old

and my aunt told me

My daddy was gone.


I brought him cards

I looked outside too,

I checked his room,

But, daddy I couldn’t 

Find you.  

 

Before you left,

did grandpa say:

“I will take care of them

for the rest of my days?”

Before you left,

Did grandpa say:

“I give you my word,

 it will be okay?”

“You have permission

 to fall away.”

 

The next time I broke,

5 weeks had gone by

And mama told me that 

Good men die.

Grandpa was so strong,

It was just a test.

Then one dose, 

two dose,

cardiac arrest.


I didn’t bring him cards

I didn’t check his room,

Because grandpa 

It was just too soon.


The first time 

I broke in half

I was 6 years old and…


And my innocence was gone.

Oh my innocence was gone.

God my innocence was gone.  

My innocence was gone.

Oh my innocence was gone.



(C) 2024 BMI

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