You were my favourite uncle,
We shared so much together,
A love of all kinds of music,
Jamming with you there was nothing better.
We spent many years absorbed in music,
Oh how I loved to visit you,
You could turn a boring old visit,
Into music and song when there was seemingly nothing to do.
You watched me grow and was always commenting on it,
I thought nothing of it - just thought you were being nice,
I was only 12 too young to notice,
And eventually because of your stupidity our relationship paid the price.
You called me into another room,
To show me some new sheet music and stuff,
I had no cause or reason to suspect you,
And followed you happily enough.
I sat on a chair and asked to see the prints,
Instead you overwhelmed me,
Forcing me to lie down,
And kissed me with tongue long and deep, why in God's name do this to me?
Lucky I was old enough to know what was going to happen,
I threatened you with the others in the next room,
You took me seriously enough,
And that was it a family in gloom.
You betrayed me, you scared me, you bastard!!
I loved you with all my heart,
You took the beauty of our music,
And used it to tear my world apart.
I had to sit there and pretend all was ok,
For the rest of the tortuous visit,
Inside I was screaming and hurt,
You big ....... ****!
I knew what to do I told my parents,
My Dad he didn't believe me,
Told me I was a liar,
His sister's husband how could it be.
Thank God my Mum believed me,
And with her I could confide,
Do you comprehend would you could've done to me?
I may never have had a man by my side.
I didn't see you for many years,
Not even when you got sick,
I only agreed to see you at the end,
For my compassionate soul ain't thick.
You said you were sorry and you missed me,
Did I forgive you and were we friends?
I did for me and not for you,
For I would have to live with those feelings until my end.
I did it for myself and maybe a little for you,
As you are apt to do when death is near,
I did say how much you wrecked our family,
But you didn't want to hear.
You are gone now,
And occasionally I think of you,
I want to love my Uncle before age 12,
But it is so hard to do.
I loved you so Uncle Tom,
I treasured all those special years,
And I'm sad I can't erase the bad,
And wipe away the tears.
I know you were wrong,
And I try not to hate you for it,
I comfort myself with the knowledge you were sick,
I just thank God he helped me prevent it.
Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away...
(Daughter of Mystery)
THIS CERTAINLY ISN'T MY BEST WORK BUT I'M SURE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHY..
[This message has been edited by Isis (edited 11-02-1999).]