Hush little bird

Warning: this poem is about the sexual abuse of a minor

Hush little bird, don’t say the words

That would cage my baby boy

Baby bundle of joy

Bundle of sheets

Where he plays with his toy

 

Now don’t forget to share

With your sister, darling

Teach her the game

 

But don’t say his name

He is only showing you

That he loves you,

Baby sister, all tucked in

 

Tucked into you

Just close your eyes

Think of this as a lullaby

The hoarse whisper and creak

Of the weak smothered by sheets

 

Now why are you crying?

Don’t let dad and I hear

This game is a secret

Secret tears in the sheets

Tears on the pillow

Tears in my child"

 

My child, my children, my babies

The sister and brother

The slithering lover

Open your eyes

And pull back the covers"

 

No"

Does this make me a bad mother?

Author's Note

This poem is not about me or for me. I am deeply disgusted and appalled by the relevance of sexual abuse and incestuos abuse, especially when involving young children, in our society. It needs to be discussed. It is dirty and raw and we do not want to discuss or acknowledge it, but it is our job to protect children and anyone who this may happen to.