Curled up on a blanket
in the corner, by a wall.
Daddy's boots come crashing
down the middle of the hall.
Shuddering and hiding
from abuse that's yet to come.
Bruises gained in battle,
worn by many, earned by none.
But today, it was different
than all the times before.
Yesterday, Daddy promised
he wouldn't hit us anymore.
So today he scooped us up
and hugged us for the first time.
And inside Jessie's tears
the sun began to shine.
He told us that he loved us
and was glad that we were his.
And then he scooped up Jessie
and he kissed her tiny lips.
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