I hate what you did
To me when I was seven
In the dark evening
When you touched me and hit me
And never said you were sorry.
The night
Shines so darkly
Bringing me memories
I think of fondly and whisper
"Thank you."
I was angry when
I said hurtful things to you.
Will you forgive me?
Mother
distant passive
allowing neglecting uncaring
Mom Carol Dad George
yelling touching accusing
angry controlling
Father
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