Dear Charity

A poem of my childhood....
Dear Charity,

I'd like to warn you of the years up ahead, there'll be no kisses good night nor being tucked into bed.

There'll be beaten's aplenty and lots of busted heads, lot's of cold showers and many stripes of red!

There'll ne hands that touch you that ought not to be, just pray to the good Lord! That’s what worked for me

Age 12 will be the hardest just you wait and see just pray to the good Lord! that’s what worked for me.

Life will get better as the years goe passing by, and all you'll have left of the past is just the question "WHY".

Love Always,

Charity Lynn
   By Charity Bridges
Published: 11/30/2007
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