Dr. Fogg & Sir Daniel presents..

The Lost Glow of the Moon

In Sir Daniels poetry on July 24, 2011 at 2:23 am



~ part one ~



I was 11 years old when you met me

You were driving down my street

You stunned me, grabbed me, kidnapped me

Threw me into the backseat


SHE held me down while you drove

You both laughed and sang a tune

You had built a prison in your backyard

I lost the glow of the moon..


You got up close, only inches from my face

Even then you were far from handsome”

Do you remember the first thing I said?

I said: “my parents can’t afford a ransom


You laughed, said that was not your plan

You said: “From now on you are my slave

You took away my clothes, handcuffed me

You said : “Your first lesson will be how to behave





I was only 11 when I learned

How to hide away when you touched me

Your fingers, your breath, the FEEL of you

It was all to much for me


I begged you to stop, I cried out in pain

I closed my eyes till you were done

You couldn’t have done any more damage

Even if you had used a gun


You chained the door, left me in the dark

Bleeding, blinded and bitter cold

The next day, you would return

I became someone you controlled


I knew you would return, so I found A place

I could go you couldn’t reach

I would picture myself with my mother

In a hot-air balloon, on a beach…



To Be Continued…



This is the true story of Jaycee Lee Dugard, who was kidnapped at age 11 while walking to school one morning. When she was 13, she would be forced to have her kidnapper’s child and then another three years later. The sad truth is that her kidnapper was on parole the entire time, police would visit his house over 60 times in the 18 years she was held captive and never once go into his backyard where he had built her prison.





~ part two ~





I was 13 years old when you asked me

What I thought my life was worth

You took off my handcuffs, brought me a meal

You told me that soon I would give birth


But I was myself a child, I didn’t know

What giving birth was about

I knew babies came from their mommies

But I didn’t know how they got out


You said that you would be here for me

But as for a doctor, no way

You told me to watch tv so I could learn

So I watched tv every day


As the months went by, I put on weight

You knew it every time you would feel me

When I went into labor, the pain was so great

I thought giving birth was what would kill me


But I made it, I had your baby

Only then did I see the first sign

She smiled at me, my own daughter

I now had somebody that was mine


As I held her in my arms, nothing else mattered

Just me and this precious child

This jail, these handcuffs, they all melted

The first time my daughter smiled




I was 16 and I was pregnant again

We were still locked up in your backyard

But then you build a fence and let us outside

It caught me completely off-guard


You knew I wouldn’t run and leave my babies

You knew that I would be quiet as a mouse

It was then I learned that you were on probation

And the police would often visit your house


Had they even once visited the backyard

Even once, regardless of intent

They would have found me and the babies

Living outside in a tent


But they didn’t, so nothing changed

This is how our life went on for years

Then one day, you brought me the news

That would reduce me to tears


You said my babies were no longer mine

That they were to call HER mom

You said that I was now their sister

Although I was angry, somehow I stayed calm


I didn’t have a choice, you made the rules

So I kept quiet, didn’t make a peep

That night in the tent, I held my babies close

As I watched them drift off to sleep


To Be Continued



In 1991, Jaycee Lee Dugard was kidnapped by a registered sex offender who out on parole.. in part One she is handcuffed and locked in a room where she is forced to learn about how cruel one man can be. After two years, she becomes pregnant, part Two finds her having two babies by the time she is 17 years old. At this point, the man builds a wall around his backyard and lets her and the children live outside in a tent..

This is the last part of her story… After 18 years, her discovery and then her slow realization on learning how much control one man had over her..




~ part three ~




I was 22 when I was watching

My oldest child try to ride a bike

My thoughts returned to my mother

Does she remember what I look like?


What is she doing? Does she miss me?

It has been so many years since that day in June

Does she remember that that morning she forgot to kiss me?

Does she still look at the moon?


I thought what if she is better off without me?

What if I’m not worthy of her love

You made me into nothing more than a possession

Was this a feeling I could ever get rid of?


Then my daughter asked, “Mom, why are you crying?”

I told her: “baby, it is nothing that should worry you.”

That night as I looked past the clouds at the moon

I wondered if somewhere, my Mom was looking too




I was 29 when we had to go with you

On your parole visit, because you had a plan

You had ideas for reforming sexual predators

You claimed yourself a “reformed man”


They separated us, they asked me questions

But you had expected this, I was prepared

I gave them a false name, told them I loved you

But deep inside they could see I was scared


I was scared I would fail you, let you down

That when we got home you would say I failed your test

However, things changed when one of them told me

That in another room, you had confessed


They asked me again to tell them my real name

The one I have not been allowed to say in years

They asked me if I wanted to call my mother

I told them yes, amid all my tears


I said “Momma, please come and get me

I was only an hour away from her embrace

The dark clouds outside had for the first time lifted

The sun shone brightly on my face




I’m 32 as I’m writing you this note

You are sitting in jail for your crime

I will never again have to look at your face

You will steal no more of my time


My daughters are fine, they love school

Our eldest next month is going to prom

I see nothing of you when I look in their eyes

Instead, I see my own Mom


I’ve written a book, it’s a bestseller

I’ve sat for interviews on national TV

I’ve put on weight, but not much

If only you could see me


But you can’t and you never will again

Because in the end, it was I who won

Philip Garrido, you are going to die

A million miles from the sun..






note: This poem exists because I believe Jaycee’s story is important.   As we know, even the worse history should be taught lest we find outselves repeating it.   I know there are many people, like Jaycee, who have been forced to put up with years of abuse and told that they are no one without their abuser and that is just plain bull..

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