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Ann Free Spirit | Synopsis | Mother Francis of Rome | Rev. Fr. Thomas Doyle | We Stand By You Rev. Fr. Doyle | A Letter of Hope | A Little Help Fom a Friend | From a Friend | A Priest Doing God's Work | Innocents was Taken | Mr. Savano | Pope John Paul II | Pope John Paul II | Nun Suddened by the Truth | Shield accused nun | Abuse by nun's hands, not God's | Together we Stand | Priest Abusing Nuns | Next to Godliness.. | First Stirke Out | The New Cardinals | Catholic News Site | The Testament Site | Reaching: Out to Stuart & Paul | A Little Child Stands in Line | A Lonly Little Child | Nobody's Child | Rosary Beads in The Hall | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When I Hear These Things | One More Nights Sleep | If Only | Humpty Dumpty | I Love You | Don't Let Go Until Tomorrow | My Dearest Lover | The Lonely Rose | How Did I Survive???? | Children Need Love | A Friend is What I Want to Find | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When the Night Comes | Who Am I??? | There Are So Many Tears | Maria, What I see in You | Re-abuse | You Were Always Here With me | Fear Within 2003 | Elvis!!! | My Life Was Stolen From Me | God Is My Witness | I want My Freedom From My Torment & Pain | Give Me my Time to Heal. | Nuclear War | When the nuns had their fates | How do They Live With Themseleves? | Re-abuse 2002 | We Want Our Faith Back | Spiritual Abuse | My Faith was Strong | Trust was Broken | I Cry Each Day | Bless me Father | Hear our Cries | The nuns Picked on the same children | Apologize to us | Like Saints and Martyrs | Half Truths | Tell The World the Truth | No More Lies | Nun wrongly claimed dead | Hurt so Bad | Acknowledgment & Justice | Innocent Unwanted Children of Nazareth House | My Family | Our Wedding Day 1965 | My Son Robert 1 | My Son Robert II | My Daughter Joanne | My Daughter Rachel | My Daughter Bridget | My Four Grand Children | My Mother's Family | Mother I | Mother I

Rosary Beads in The Hall

I can not explain how fearful was of the nuns and the priest

Who showed no Mercy to the unwanted children who then had to stand and bow at their feet


The girls and boys of these catholic homes

Had no sate place to run and hide

From the fear which the nuns and priest 

Who terrorized these children

who kept all the abuse inside


With their big rosary beads was a big cross which Jesus Christ died on Good Friday

at three

But these nuns and priest

did not care

about the unwanted children

who stood in line

Who were stripped of their names

then given a number which mine was 99

 

I did not know any kindness

when I was a child

The nuns had told me

I was the devil's child

who is still inside

 

With my little rosary beads I pray

I say the Hail Mary's and Our Fathers

which I was taught as a child

 

With each mystery on my rosary beads

The Joyful,  Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries

 I walk through My little rosary beads

Which tells me the life of Jesus Christ

and through out his short years

Of his mother Mary

who stayed by his side

at the foot of the 'cross

 at the age of 33years when Jesus died

 

I sat at the back of the classroom thinking I could hide from the nun who walked in

with her rosary beads around her big belt she wore which

I wish she would hide

 

I would go numb

and not think of the things hurting me inside

Of how tearful was of the nuns and priest

as I wet my pants and cry

 

My mind was not my as well as my soul

They were stolen From me

by the Nazareth House nuns and priest

Who tormented me with words of abuse

and abuse of action with their hands

which still are hurting me inside

Because this little unwanted child

was a orphan

who kept every think inside.

 

The Nazareth House nuns rosary beads

are still ringing in my ears

The bigness of these rosary beads

keep going around my head

The three inch belt which held the beads

was used to slap me

with while across the bed I was tied

hand and feet

and nuked while whipped until I bleed

 

I am in pain, as this is all still in my head

Why won't they apoloiza

for the Nazareth House nuns and priest

 go away

So I can feel love within me in steed.

 

Ihave tried to forget about my childhood

To think of my family I have now

But this abuse keeps creeping up

and takes over me

when ever I am scared or cry