Hi Daddy, Will You Please Give Me Back My Hands?

This is the story that I won’t hesitate to tell
even if with a heavy heart I have to
and if this is a way to get to an abuser’s heart, then this tale I must continue.
It is the story of a three year old boy
whose life was shattered into two.
The culprits they were not strangers, nor friends nor neighbors
but his loving parents who were his supposed protectors.
The family had gone out for a ride in a brand new car
that the parents had with their hard earned money bought
“Luxurious, zero mileage, great interior, Oh, the car of my dreams that I always sought…………How I love that car!”, the father thought.
They pulled up for gas and whatnot’s, locking Billy in the car
after all they were right there, they were not very far.
Billy was curious about the new car, he started to look and see what he could find.
And to his great surprise he found a colored marker; imagine the things that went into the little child’s mind.
He scribbled and scribbled and made a three year old drawings on the tapestry and maybe a picture of Daddy and Mommy too.
He was concentrated and delighted on what he was doing, for that’s what children his age do.
When the parents got in,
with horror their minds took in what their eyes saw
and their anger and fury rose and they hit and smacked little Billy’s hand
until they were awfully raw.
Then the father screamed at him “The colored markers are only to draw when WE give you paper! With what did you think you were messing? Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson!”
But not satisfied with this, he hit him again with his big strong hands, the keys and the key chain
All he saw that his car was damaged but he didn’t see Billy’s hands.
People in the gas station realized that the boy was in danger
so they took him off from his father, his tormentor.
Off to the hospital he went, things got complicated. The boy’s life was in danger, the doctors said his hands needed to get amputated.
The parents couldn’t believe their ears, what had they done?
For a stupid, meaningless car, they had shattered the life of their son.
After the surgery was over, and the child was awake in extensive care
there was something he didn’t understand, so he smiles at his crying father and says “Hi Daddy…..I already learned my lesson….I won’t do it again…..
But will you please give me back my hands?”
The father left the room and took one last ride
He committed suicide.

Hi Daddy, Will You Please Give Me Back My Hands?

Arco Iris  R

Joined May 2009

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This poem was inspired by a true story which a reflection was done in Spanish by Mariano Osorio. I heard it about 16 years ago and the story is still fresh in my mind. If this will help just one child, it was well the effort. Billy is a ficticious name I gave him. Oh, and this poem had me up until about 2:a.m or 3:a.m in the morning writing it, but I finally got it out.

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