a child's whimper for mother's embrace
cries grew loud at a scared, steady pace
darkness surrounds, no arms to hold
her room and bed soon became cold
slips through the doors in stocking feet
out through the back, her mom she seeks
the dark of the lane, the dog that howls
her feet moved faster away from the growls
a steady resolve but, fright still gripped her
on down the road, darkness a trickster
calls for her mother her cries only echoed
soon became lost her fear became tenfold
with nowhere to go no way to get home
she slipped by a dumpster, behind a stone
wrapped in her robe, she curled in a ball
her eyes became droopy with no warmth at all
the morning came calling, the light had returned
small crowd had gathered, an answer was learned
authorities surround a small covered mound
blue fingers blue hand, a small child was found
gather your children and keep them quite close
Death not planned... remember this most.
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Author Notes
The picture is of myself as a young girl a photograph remastered for this poem.
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