Forced to live in such a place,

With tears staining her tiny face.

She stood and begged, as before,

“Daddy, please don’t hurt Mommy anymore.”

 

She wants to help, but she’s too small,

She’s not allowed to tell anyone at all.

She sees Daddy put Mommy on the floor,

Now Mommy can’t take anymore.

 

Out comes the knife and the gun,

As she sees Mommy run.

She has to say she didn’t see,

She says, “If I say I did, he’ll beat me.”

 

All the things her parents do,

Are too much for a little girl to go through.

Now she has neither Mom nor Dad,

She is so very sad.

 

No one heard her Mommy’s pleas,

So her Mommy had to leave.

She wishes her Mommy could’ve stayed,

But she will see her again some day.

 

© 2001

By: Janice Jarnagin