One Year of Attachment Therapy
Age 10... Seven Years in our Home
March 29th, 2003
Happy "One Year" Anniversary Mr. Joe!
Congratulations for being tough enough to survive the entire year with us!
It was March 29th
2002...
when Mom "dragged" me out
to go meet someone new.
I kicked and I screamed...
and put up a good fight.
When we got to the office...
Mom was pretty uptight.
Who was this man with the beard-
that she called... Mr. Joe...
who wasn't amused
as I put on my show?
My Mom told him somethin'
I knew that she did...
cuz... he just wasn't takin'
no crap from this kid.
He said that he knew
all the games that I played,
and he wouldn't react...
I was really afraid!
I could see right away
I would need some new tricks,
so I messed with my mom...
just for fun... just for kicks.
I scratched at her arms...
and pulled at her hair,
but that mean Mr. Joe...
he just didn't play fair.
He told me I'd learn
not to mess with a King...
and... he grabbed me...
Ask Mom... she saw the whole thing!
The King nearly killed me...
he was squeezin' so tight...
so I hit... and I kicked...
and put up a good fight.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
I screamed and I pleaded...
but he threatened to hold me
all night if I needed.
He wouldn't back down...
he invaded my space...
so... I fixed him quite nicely...
I SPIT IN HIS FACE!
But... he still wasn't angry!
He just wouldn't get mad!
No matter how hard I fought...
or tried to act bad.
So I lied... and I told him
I had to go pee...
and that crazy man answered...
"Good... pee right on me!"
"She'll clean you up when we're done...
you have such a good queen!"
Yep... that's what he told me...
he really was mean!
He just sat there and held me...
he wouldn't let go...
so if you ever meet him...
there's somethin' you should know.
Just a friendly word of warnin'
from a kid who really knows...
"Don't ever think you'll get away
with foolin' Mr. Joe."
Cuz... it just aint gonna work!
Copyright © 2003 Suzanne
Okay... that was the silly one. Now here's the serious one! : )
All Those Moments
In all those moments of desperate times,
so many questions plagued my mind.
Would I ever feel his warm embrace
or see a smile form on his face?
Would he ever heed my earnest plea
and sacrifice his love to me?
And... how could I fill that gaping hole
where abuse and neglect had taken its toll?
In all those moments... hopeless as they seemed,
I sensed his soul would be redeemed.
Now... all those moments... and all those fears...
in one short year... have disappeared!
Copyright © 2003 Suzanne
Thank you... for all that you do!
Now that I have hope... I'm going to keep passing it on.
