She hides alone beneath the bed
Her tears fall; nothing said
She stares up; the springs all rusty
The room dry; dark and musty
Why is she there you all may ask
It is her one and only task
To hide, to shelter in fear alone
To hide from her father; the old crone
Her fear surmounts as he walks the hall
The footsteps louder; strong and tall;
She huddles closer under the bed
She is quiet; for nothing will be said
She hides because of his unwanted advances
She is a survivor of his awful glances
The hands and stares; the indirected trust
The violation; fears a must
Footsteps by the bedroom door
She is caught up in a dreadful war
Between her and him; hiding and scare
She is alone; lifes not fair
Her heart continues to pound aloud
She is far from the maddening crowd
The footsteps pause; she huddles near
Her one wish; to be without fear
He continues on down the house
She is quiet; like a mouse
Scared and huddled; her mind fast
She does not think that she will last
She stays there for quite a while
Her face does not show a happy smile
She does not know what to do
So she huddles there; her teddy too
She stares out the window sill
She thinks of him; his iron will
Fear rules her life; for now and years
TO be filled of fright and many tears
Her daddy should be a stout supporter
Not frightening his own daughter
With his touches and his taunts
With his awful glares that daunt
For now thinking back on this scene
I could see what it does mean
She is strong; she could hide
Protecting herself in her stride
The years of abuse took its toll
The hiding; made her feel so small
But now she has a loud voice
It is her one and only choice
That no child should cope with fear
For the memory years on; still so near
But she knows this scene is unending
Hidden from society; never bending
Next time you see a child fear
Remember this rhyme; it could be near
Think that this could be happening too
Perhaps closer still; even to you.
