SUCH A PRETTY CHILD

This is a little long, but please take the
time to read it. If you ever have any doubts, please
express them to someone who will act on them.
It just might save a child or woman's life.

She was such a pretty child, as pretty as could be.
The blondest hair and bluest eyes, this little girl of 3.
She lived next door and I would often see her playing outside.
Putting all her dollies in a little red wagon, and taking
them for a ride.
I often thought how beautiful she would be when she was all grown.
She was just the cutest thing, as she played there all alone.



I only knew her parents from a passing wave or "Hi".
They did not want to socialize, each time that I would try.
I sometimes heard them arguing when I was in my yard.
I know the problems people have, can sometimes make life hard.
I thought they were just loners, because they always kept
to them selves.
They might have thought I was nosey, if I tried to offer help.
"They never bother anyone", the other neighbors would say.
And the little girl can only go out back to play.
You only see them come and go, they never stay outside.
You had to wonder when they act like that,
"Do they have something to hide?".



One day I heard them arguing, much louder than before.
As I looked out, the little girl was standing by the door,
her little face was bruised and tears running down her cheeks.
I wanted to go over there, but I was scared and weak.
Finally when the screaming stopped and everything was calm,
I saw the little girl was being held close by her mom.
Her mother rocked her back and forth, and she was crying too.
Just standing there in my back yard, there was nothing I could do.
Nothing I could do would be of little use, because this mother
and little girl, was suffering from abuse.
She had better call someone, and get this thing resolved.



But...it's not my business and I can not get involved.
As I spoke with the neighbor about what went on next door,
They all agreed... that it was sad and it was something we
abhor, but it was something we must overlook, we can not
interfere.
But now we all sing a different tune, as we are all
gathered here.
The neighborhood feels guilty, for we looked the other way.
Are we all responsible for being here today.?
We feel the anger and the shame, because we all just stood by.
Knowing now...we could have helped, but we didn't even try.



And now this little 3 year old, so beautiful to me,
Is surrounded by her dollies, just the way she loved to be.
She is in her little casket, with her body limp and frail,
Her mom is in Intensive Care, and her Daddy is now in jail.
The funeral home is quiet, because we all do realize.
The reason you must get involved, is right before your eyes.
Abuse,in any form, is something we must all resent, and fight
with every tool, we have to save our innocent.

My adopted Angel in Heaven...Click to read Dessia's story