Our lives are blessed with children
They are here to be protected
To be loved and cared for every day
Before a predator takes them away.
A picture of an innocent child, blue-eyed and blonde
Appeared upon my e-mail and the child was in the hands
Of a reprobate who took the boy's innocence and trust
And used him as a defenceless child, exploited and abused.
The sender I immediately recognized, an inlaw to our family,
Recently arrived from overseas, married, now with a child.
I had met this man only once or twice and yes, I must admit,
He was handsome, well-dressed and charming, with a ready wit.
I immediately picked up the phone and talked to the FBI.
Missing and Exploited Children became involved as well.
They took over my computer and recorded the offensive mail,
I heard no more until recently and yes, they were on the trail.
I told my family of my concern and actions I had taken.
Wagons encircled the in-law who had set up a little boy.
I now became a traitor to the family one and all
Except for my daughter who I love with my heart and soul.
I have to stand alone, to be likened to a dreadful scourge,
I called the Agencies concerned and asked for the bottom line.
Could this error be given a pass, could I be mistaken?
I was told it would not be removed, it's an ongoing investigation.
I know I am right and not deterred by hard-line termination
Of my family who must insist this is a terribly offensive action,
Intruding into their lives of a "happy family" illusion.
My life is now an open book bringing acceptance or derision.
My Book of Life.
I realize I use Wikinut as my confidant and friend,
And my Book of Life must come to an inevitable end.
I will have regrets and doubts and hope to be forgiven
But I know I have more time left to work on a revision.
I look to you all and wonder where I stand,
Am I bringing my work on Wikinut to an early end?
I should be writing on wordly events of politics and crime
But in the middle of the night, that is not where I am.
I would like to write on technology, chemistry and math,
And when I do, I might be wrong, you'll all be bored to death.
Give me time and I'll land on my feet, and see how it feels,
Then stand tall to join all of you, all 5 feet two in heels.