Abandoned on the doorstep by her parents in the night,
Her young mind paralyzed with confusion and fright,
A loving pair of grandparents with arms that open wide,
Take her through their doorway with many lies to hide,

A pervert and maniac-grandpa visits her bedside,
Denying her right to innocence with his dirty lust filled pride,
Grandma knowing all her pain and refusing to admit,
That she is in collusion with the demon from the pit,

Her placement in society too important to destroy,
With tales of impropriety committed by her boy,
Her church it might admonish her and take her place away,
And dear ol' hubby's Doctorate would just vanish in the haze,

How could she let this secret out and destroy her way of life,
Better to keep that secret in and buried in the night,
Forget the long term effects to be suffered by the kid,
Grandma will just buy her off and keep it all well hid...

A good write, about such wrongs

one of the best poems I've read.....wow.... You express pain in a raw language so people can feel the reality.... You are indeed a writer...

Wow how sad and how true....Beautifully told, this story of shame.

Yep... some of the worst people ive met were church people..but YMMV...