In The Beginning

As a young baby and infant I suffered abuse,
In my biological family – all hell had broke loose,
Thank God for the good whenever it´s bad,
To help us get through it, no matter how sad.

The acts that were performed at such a young age,
Cause me to tremble and often I shake,
For the damage yet permanent is just like a scar,
This remains deep within me – but to this I will spar!

For I refuse to be a victim for life,
Evil doer´s that hurt children are responsible for their plight,
I know longer will feel guilty for something I didn´t do,
And will continue to be an overcomer in spite of this truth.

If it hadn´t been for my eldest sister Myra, you see,
The odds of me staying alive were as slim as can be,
Myra suffered most because she was the oldest,
She witnessed so much and for this it´s atrocious!

Myra during this time was a child of ten,
Taking care of me like an old mother hen,
She ran home from school for lunch she was free,
To come home and feed me, change my diaper, than flee.

Back to her schooling she was forced to contend,
With not only her studies but she had to pretend,
That everything was normal, just like all her peers,
But inside her emotions she was filled with tears.

Now we are adults with children of our own,
The past is the past for we all now are grown,
We are as close as can be considering the distance,
We are together again because of Myra´s persistence.

How thankful I am to have such a sister,
That loves me so much I can´t even register,
The kind of union that is stronger than blood,
God gave me Myra, my sister whom I love.

Joy Thompson
5/31/08
Dedicated to:  Myra Robbins