I look out my window hoping for a
Glimpse of her sweet face
Then I would know she was allright
She shouldn't be in that place
She looks to be nine, maybe even ten
Give or take a day
Strange, how she don't go to school, Or even go for play
Is that a bruise on her face
A tear in her eye
She looks at me and cries sometimes
I can't help wondering why
Through my window I can see her
Why is she always sad
Maybe I should go and visit
Find out if she's treated bad
No time now, have a lot to do, can't
Be bothered, you see
Maybe tomorrow I will visit
Today I'm much too busy
Her little face stays in my mind
In the window crying so
What can I do, is she being hurt
How can I know
Morning comes, from my porch I
Can see the house next door
Her little face just staring like
A hundred times before
I see someone come behind her
Pulling the blind so she can't see
Did I hear a tiny scream
Or was it the fear in me
I go off to work in haste
No time to see if shes allright
I will go over and check on her
When I get home tonite
Coming home from work
Police cars every where
I looked up at her window but her Little face wasn't there
I heard them say they found her
Beaten and bleeding in her bed
Her parents being arrested
Child abuse the policeman said
Tears filled my eyes
Not knowing what to say
They kept her locked up in her room
She had tried to get away
It was in the papers the next morning
How they kept her under lock an key
Gave her bread and water
God, why couldn't I see
The angels came for her
They took away her pain
They buried her little body in the
Cold, pouring rain
This did not have to happen
It cuts through me like a knife
By not trying to help this child,
She paid with her life...
Looking out my window
No one looking back at me
Boarded up windows and sadness
Is all that I see
I wipe away a tear
As I face another day
No child anywhere
Should have to die this way..
Such is the worst of crimes and indicates how little humanity has "progressed" over the thousands of years. This is a soul-reaching write, my friend. Thank you, Linda. Be well. Love and peace,
Linda, this poem speaks volumes of the assault our children are under.
Some parents just do not want to understand their job is to protect! Such a travesty!
Be safe,
Karen
You have penned a painful case of child abuse. This happens all over the world. A sad reality indeed.
Thank you very much for being so concerned for children.
As always your wise writes on the subject of child abuse though sad and sure to bring a pain to the heart of people who love children is a great message and an even greater reminder that we should al be ever vigilant for this atrocity that is still happening all round the world on a daily basis.
Err on the side of saftey, even if you are wrong your conscience will tell you that you did your best.
Such a sad write my friend, and all too often true in our society today! I don't understand how a human being can hurt an innocent child! When I turned my computer on, and pulled up the Internet, the first thing I saw on our local news was somewhere in our state a mother and father were arrested for the murder of the their ten year old foster child, and a mother from the northern part of the state was arrested in the death of her infant...our world has gone mad! Filled with so much evil, if people don't want children, give them up for adoption, too many people long to have children and can't...hard to understand...I imagine that heaven will have an enormous multitude of children, at least there will be no pain, suffering or evil, just joy and peace for eternity! Great write my friend, a sad topic, but one we can't sweep under the rug!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
A truly heartbreaking story that happens in real life FAR TOO MUCH! God Bless, holly
I had to get out the kleenex. This is really a sad poem. I hope its just your imagination and didn't really happen---although I know things like this do happen all the time. You wrote it beautifully.
Very poignant and sadly - very sadly - not uncommon.
Too often we read of tragedies of this nature and learn that the authorities responsible for the child's safety have proved incompetent. Their failure rests stubbornly upon the ever familiar 'ethos' of non - judgementalism that has infested not a few caring services. In reality, this approach is an act of betrayal of the child, sacrificing him on the altar of social science theory.
I speak from experience having encountered this destructive approach during my time in social work.
This is a heartrending depiction of a major disease on this planet Linda. When will this horrid trend reverse itself? When will it be enough? You have touched my heart. I am sure that you shed many tears penning this.
Very sad write, you bring life's issues to the forefront. These problems need to be addressed; and you do this so very well! BRAVA on yet another stunning, eyeopening heartbreaker!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
This write is so touching and sad...It got to me thinking about what could have been if any one of us would get off our butts and prevent tragedies like this...Strong message my friend,,Thanks for sharing Linda...
Gods Speed,
I wrote one yesterday, "Children of Bad Timing," stating that children didn't ask to be born in a world that doesn't care. I concur with those below, this is heartwrendingly, powerfully penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
Like Mr. Ed said, truly sad..
Your writes should be world wide..
Thanks for sharing Linda..
Truly truly sad, Linda, and a most powerful reminder to all of us that when we see or suspect this type of abuse we should report it, before it's much too late.
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poem makes you think! A very haunting and
in a way, spooky write!
Becca
Regis
Some parents just do not want to understand their job is to protect! Such a travesty!
Be safe,
Karen
Thank you very much for being so concerned for children.
Abdullahi
No One Person Has Your (God) Gifted Compassion For Our Little Children...
So Very Soon That Window That Sick Humanity Looks Out Ain't Gonna Be Heaven Its Insane Neevr Ending Holy Hell...
Your True Friend,TRASK
Err on the side of saftey, even if you are wrong your conscience will tell you that you did your best.
Thanks again Linda.
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Too often we read of tragedies of this nature and learn that the authorities responsible for the child's safety have proved incompetent. Their failure rests stubbornly upon the ever familiar 'ethos' of non - judgementalism that has infested not a few caring services. In reality, this approach is an act of betrayal of the child, sacrificing him on the altar of social science theory.
I speak from experience having encountered this destructive approach during my time in social work.
Regards
Dai
Light and Wisdom ...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Gods Speed,
Michael
I wrote one yesterday, "Children of Bad Timing," stating that children didn't ask to be born in a world that doesn't care. I concur with those below, this is heartwrendingly, powerfully penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your writes should be world wide..
Thanks for sharing Linda..