Maybe It’s Time to Share Father C’s SecretsA Poem by NevilleMaybe It’s Time
to Share Father C’s Secrets When Father C came to me the first time, he came completely empty handed .. That was long before he was ordained though .. The next time, was in a very vivid dream, or so it seemed and which for some reason, was recurring .. On those occasions, he came with a sparrow and a robin, nesting in each of his already warmed and open palms .. He then looked a lot, like a saint might look, I thought .. And now, I think he planned it like that all along .. Later upon my waking, he smiled and bid me follow him, with ice-creams and a pocketful, of chocolate and those cheap candy bars .. Only recently I heard that Father C has since served time for touching up lots of little boys .. Apparently both in and out of the school where he once taught and even in those damp, dark, and dusty rooms behind church, where I once sang in the choir and he used to carry me twice each week, high on those broad shoulders of his,
but only on
choir practice nights .. However, I’m now pleased to report, the last thing I heard, he was again under close police surveillance for a handful or more,
of quite
recent, indecent offences .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on November 4, 2024 Last Updated on November 15, 2024 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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