Their fathers and sons hesitated not to snatch the womanhood from the sacred hands of their daughters
Yet none of them is brave enough to tell the tale of that bitter night that came with every darkness
Another meal on the table for them they were not ready to lose
Silent cries from the other room they chose to ignore
But sadly those nights are renewed with every dawn
The pillows serve as an escape to confessions they only make to themselves
For they will never look at the faces of their daughters without seeing the hands of their sons and fathers covering their developing bosoms
©GayKindaLove 2012-11-13