It’s about 11:30 at night and Anthony just knocked on my bedroom door to show me a poem he’d written. This work will make more sense if you’ve read other things about or by Anthony. See a list of links at the bottom of this page. Here’s what he handed me…
My memories are broken…
My childhood was being ripped away from me
My father…he acted in anger and in violence
I was a child of broken dreams
I was a child of vulnerability
Knowing nothing of my parents crimes
Then I was saved. I was revived. I was fixed.
I have been reborn
I live a new life
I love my new life
I can’t live without my new family
I love my new house
I should, and I will, call it my home.
Other Stories About Anthony
http://backwoodsmom.com/2012/05/another-mother/
http://backwoodsmom.com/2011/09/youve-come-a-long-way-baby/
http://backwoodsmom.com/2011/05/a-simple-truth/
