I remember splashing in puddles

Clomping and stomping

All down the road

Letting the water spray us in

Little geysers, dirty and fun, the

Evening sun turning the sky golden,

Delighting our eyes and

Hearts.  Such a glimpse…staggering

Evidence of who you could have been.

Realizing the mother i could have had

My heart shatters remembering your

Onerous, offensive touches

Mortifying me…torturing my soul.