Driving Back from Grandma’s House Poem

I remember when I was little
We would be coming home
From grandma’s house
And I couldn’t take being in the car anymore
So I would look at the dew drops on the window
And let my eyes blur
So I could see the rainbows in them
And I would go to another place
I don’t remember where it was anymore
But it was a safe place.

About Amy Marschak

I am a survivor of sexual abuse and through my healing process I have written my one woman play "An Angel Cried A Tear Last Night" an autobiography of forgetting remembering and healing from child sexual abuse. I have toured this play coast to coast in the United States and Canada. This play has also run for four months in Los Angeles, toured universities and conferences where I have keynoted. I also lead a various workshops from healing from abuse to public speaking, you can read more about me at InspiredToSpeak.com.