A Memory of Fear

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I remember the 1950's, when life was in its simplicity. Fun and play every single day, no thoughts of evil to come my way. Then one night when I was six, because I was the oldest, I was picked. Uncle Bob took me to his room, and changed my life from happiness to gloom. My parents didn't know of my fear, whenever Uncle Bob would come near. I took the abuse until one night, when Uncle Bob tried to grab my sister; oh what a fright. I summoned the strength to tell my Mother, who told my Dad, who almost killed his brother. It was never reported to the police, so I've lived every day with the grief. Time passes but certain memories exist, I've had so many; too many to list. Strength and perseverance is what I have, whether good or bad, happy or sad. A true story via poetry.