The Picture

The Picture..

I remember that day, being so little... I still have that picture...
Its a picture Ill never forget...
I was almost 2
And in the picture all you can see is me scared and crying.
But did my mother ever ask why?
I remember the man ,coming up to my crib,
While my mother was distracted with my brother and sister.
And this man shouldn't of been touching me...
Where was my mother?
I finally got away crying and screaming...and running around the house.
My mother couldn't understand why I couldn't sit still and look pretty for this man to take my picture .
For so many years that was a hidden secret ,
That I had to keep every time I look at that picture of me crying and scared.