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Dr. Michael Irving's "Reaching Out"
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Until the Monument is completed Dr. Irving will continue to accept
HandPrint Stories
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A survivor's
StoryProject HandPrint
poem mailed to Dr. Irving that will be placed inside the "Reaching Out" Child Abuse Monument ![]() "Our Silence" We speak but you refuse to hear. We speak but you won't believe. |
Listen to John Harrison read his poem "Our Silence" that
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A survivor's book mailed to Dr. Irving that will be placed
inside the "Reaching Out" Child Abuse Monument |
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March 24, 2010 — This video by a
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| Openhouse location The Carriage House - behind the Monument 274 Rhodes Avenue Tornonto, M4L 3A3 --Always check workshop calendar on day of openhouse event for before coming-- |
He's WatchingMysterious nights went by, slowly unnumbered, While her innocent body lay in an enchantingly deep slumber. A monster in the dark lurked about Conjuring up evil, so for her, there was no way out. He cast his evil spell that fathomed her soul. No one was she to tell, when from her innocence he stole. There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He’s sneering, waiting, and watching. Sighs of the dawn suddenly appear and the secrets of the night are profoundly made clear. King of the giants, with all of their knowledge, could not foresee the woe, the pain and the misery. Poison still lingers in the air. No need to worry, for he is still there. He’s sneering, waiting, and watching. The sun begins to shine through the shadowy veil. Time heals all wounds and life prevails. The evil of the night no longer hoovers over her breast. She can sleep without crying and fear is put to rest. Her beauty is more captivating with each passing day, Yet, taunting memories still creep in her way. He’s sneering, waiting, and watching. Pulled out of dreamland by an overwhelming fright, Make him stop! What’s that sound? I’m scared! Who keeps lurking in the night? Her trembling heart is silenced by the refuge that is near. Was it a dream or is he still there? Her conscience is seared! She knows he is still there, Sneering, waiting and watching, Somewhere? By: Connie Lee/Founder/President of the FACSA Foundation Springhill, LA. |
![]() StoryProject HandPrint scanned as a jpg file and e-mailed to Dr. Michael Irving. |
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