Daddy’s Words

Expresses the distorted connection between love and sexual performance.

At eight years old, do I know what love means?

My Daddy says I do, but maybe not.

My Daddy smiles and tells me not to scream.

My Daddy smirks, “Just do what you were taught.”

My Daddy sighs … I wonder why his love

Must hurt. What can I do to stop the pain?

With hope I shift my eyes and look above

The bed. Escape and find relief again.

A slap…relief retreats, “What’s wrong with you?”

My Daddy shouts, “Why can’t you get it right?”

My Daddy turns away. Can it be true?

I can’t be loved except for his delight.

Despairing, I plead, “Jesus hear my cry.”

Are Daddy’s words the truth or does he lie?


Other relevant posts:

Sonnet II- Does Love Abide Where I Cannot See?

What Kind of Love is This?- Part IIWhat Kind of Love is This? Part I

What Kind of Love is This? Part III Sonnets


Author: Charlotte B. Thomason

I hold a Master of Science in Social Work from the University of Texas at Austin and a Master of Arts in Apologetics, Emphasis in Cultural Apologetics from Houston Baptist University. I also hold a Bachelor of Arts in Social Work from Graceland University. With over 30 years of experience in foster care and social work, I have a wealth of experience from which to draw as I offer guidance to women in their journey of healing. I have seen, both professionally and personally the devastation created by child abuse. My writing also reflects my personal journey to healing.

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