Ah, that old chair, weakened from many 'talks' previous to this one,
He started to speak while the others observed me, too professional and ignorant to reach me,
"Have you seen anything?" he said,
I was seven, i had seen alot of things,
Sympathetically, he added, "Do you know what i'm asking you?"
How stupid of him to percieve me as a child,
"Yes" i said, "i'm not a child you know",
They were waiting to drink every word i muttered,
I told them of ' the walkway' times, where he took us to do what ' good girls' did,
I told them there was nothing to worry about, that he probably wouldn't be mad at them,
They were just here certainly to make sure i was a good girl,
Oh i was excited about that, They'd tell him i was great, the best,
and i wondered how i would be rewarded,
Maybe a library book, a jam sandwhich, or the ultimate, a pengiun bar,
I was trying to work out which sister i would share it with,
I perceded to tell them of how i was the best look out,
They gasped, horrified...
One of them had broke down crying now, I certainly wouldn't be sharing my reward with her,
Crying was forbidden and i thought she would get me into trouble, I would stay away from her,
I waited impatiently outside while i listened to the older ones angrily recalling their 'good girl' incidents,
Oh they were sobbing heartily and heavily,
They would be in trouble,
Then it was over, but why did he look so angry?
Why was he being taken away in that car?
Mam had that severe disappointed look on her face, at us,
We were left in silence,
I was confused,
Dad was gone, mam was angry with us,
We were all taken away,
After everything i had told them, not cried,
"A very brave little girl"
No reward?... That was the saddest part of that day
I was seven.