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RUNAWAY TEENAGE GIRL

The twelve stood solemnly , solidly firm,
As the Lord assigned the angels their tasks.
Theirs was to guide, protect and to love
The beautiful runaway teenage girl.

The Angels knew their task was grave.
Her home life was filled with a father who drank,
Abusive, but mostly with words.
A mother who worked, was afraid of the dad,
Wanted only the best for her kids.
The girl felt abused, ignored by the Dad, 
Always she wanted his love.
But the younger brother, the star of the sports,
Was the one that he always adored.

When the girl was thirteen her parents had "split."
She chose to stay with her mom.
But straight-laced, old-fashioned, the mom would not go
For the life that she chose on the streets.

At the dad’s she sought refuge, a place to control,
The runaway girl loved the streets.

For the next several years there were muggings
And rape, fleeing with friends in a van;
Shoplifting cigarettes, minor infractions,
Trying so hard to fit in.

The father sat by, his hands they were tied.
Anger was all he could show.
The mother sat by, unable to help
But was there when the girl needed her.

The years passed so quickly, the family grew up.
The runaway girl had returned.
She’d learned from the streets who not to befriend,
She was wise to the ways of the world.

But the runaway girl still remembered her home,
Remembered the things she was taught.
‘Neath a surface of ice lays a soul filled with love,
The Angels had silently stayed.


Pamela Pauley-Perreault

 ©1996

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