I met a child
The other day
Away from her mother
She did stray

I saw her sitting
There in the park
And I was a bit worried
Since it was getting dark

I walked over
And told her my name
She grinned at me
Saying hers was the same

I asked her where
She had come from
She pointed and said
"Up the street some"

She asked if
Would sit and talk
Then handed me
A piece of chalk

She looked at me
And seemed so sad
I sat right down
Knowing things were bad

We drew a picture
Of a far off place
Then she sat staring
Off into space

I asked about
What she did see
"Happiness" she said
"With God for me"

Then she got up
To walk away
"Let me walk you home"
I found to say

She took my hand
We walked up the street
The closer we got
The slower her feet

I could see the lights
First red then blue
She looked up at me
"It's finally through"

Her tears started rolling
I could feel her pain
The strength from her body
Quickly did drain

I scooped her up
To keep her from falling
What I saw next
Was simply appaulling

There on the steps
Was a pool of blood
My heart in my chest
Began to thud

So many people
Police and EMT's
And this little girl
Saying "Help me please"

I stopped the seargent
And told him my story
By the look on his face
He'd begun to worry

He asked me to wait
And not move a bit
So on a ledge with her
I did sit

She clung to me
Arms around my neck
I gently gave
Her head a peck

The cop returned
A picture in his hand
There next to us
He did stand

"Is this the girl?"
He asked of me
Holding the picture
For me to see

I steeled myself
Then took a look
While he jotted notes
In his little book

It was the girl
The very same one
And I felt my heart
Come a bit more undone

"What happened here..."
"Where is her mother..."
"Please tell me about
Her sister and brother..."

The look on his face
Told me all
And I'm glad I was sitting
So I couldn't fall

I held her closer
There againstmy chest
And promised her then
I'd give her my best

When I looked up
I saw from afar
The man covered in blood
Being put in the car

I couldn't speak
My tongue got thick
I thought right then
I was going to be sick

The seargent reached out
To take her from me
She cried, "NO! DON"T!"
"Just leave me be!"

He looked at me
As if he were pleading
A million questions
In his face I was reading

"Take me with her"
I said to him then
"I'll see that we
Are of help to your men"

He looked in my eyes
Then nodded his head
He was astounded
And his eyes were red

He put us both
In the back of a cruiser
Then spoke to the driver
Who was one big bruiser

Straight to the station
Not a single stop
Once inside she saw
Candy and pop

I asked her to wait
Then without being rude
Asked them to help us
FInd her some food

They brought her a sandwich
And something to drink
In the middle of it
Her teeth did sink

While she ate
I made some calls
Figuring out
How to fortify her walls

I called my ex
Though he is a jerk
And he knew an attorney
That does probono work

She got there quick
And in did barge
Then after a chat
She took charge

Come to find out
The man killed VIcki's mother
Then turned the knife
To her sister and brother

DHS came in
TO take her away
But she insisted
With me she must stay

We were put together
Like two peas in a pod
And that attorney marched us
Right out of that squad

I took her home
And settled her down
She wore my Tshirt
Like a nightgown

Over the next few weeks
She told me things
Those words in my ears
Like an echo ringh

I put her in counseling
It helped for a while
Then came the day
They called us to trial

She was brave and strong
When she took the stand
Carring a bear
In her tiny hand

She answered questions
And did not lie
The whole time looking
Right in my eyes

Judgement was passed
His sentence was life
For killing this woman
Not even his wife

Once this was over
I took Vicki to see
The best I could give
To her family

She looked them over
And touched each stone
"Vicki" she said "Thank you
For not leaving me alone"







Of course this story is not one of my life but For some reason it was given to me to write and I thank my God for giving me a message to share about domestic violence and hope it touches the ones it was meant for.

nice. thanks for posting this.

fabulous

{{{{{Vicki}}}}}

Thanks for reading Little Bird!!


((((H))))

You snuck in on me!!! Good to see you ((((Susan))))

Such a sad & heart rendering write my beautiful friend.This is such an enormous epidemic within our country.My hope is that this write will inspire others 2 come forward & take appropriate action before it is to late.No one should ever have to live under a cloaking of abuse(mentally or physically)Thx! 4 sharing.
Godspeed!Cy

So glad you have come back home {{{{Vicki}}}}
We have missed you.

As the tears flow,, I am left speechless

(((( Vicki )))))

Cy... this too is my wish as I have been on the receiving end of the knife and the gun and am still here to tell all what a waste it can be and is. I will do all I can to help others out of this but I need to be told so I can do what is in my power... if it is only words that I can give so be it here they have been posted.




Missed you too Susan and it is good to be here!!!

:( awww very nice.

Many thanks!

{{{{{}}}}God Bless U!my beautiful & cherished friend.Godspeed!Cy

wow!

BRAVO!

THIS!

Have to give you a standing ovation on this one Vicki.

Ahhhhhh, YOU GO GIRL!!!! BOTH of YOU.....

Even in just MIND,,your desires to "FEEL" show the REAL person YOU are on here and in THIS life!!!
This story was expressed as only COMPASSION and true HEART could show and BE....VERY NICE JOB, SIS....And IF''''''''That little girl would LOVE YOU!!!! Hugs and best wishes to you as WE don't get a chance to read each other much here anymore,wink,,,lol
Lov ya

WOW my dear, that was amazing. I actually saw the whole thing through your words. Very beautifully told.

Denise, Dirk, Jason, Bill, Terry, Robert...

(((((GROUP HUG)))))

Thank you all for being so wonderful and understanding! The comments you have all given me and the kindness you've all shown is amazing!

Denise dry those tears as this was a happy ending to a horrendous act and the little girl was saved.

Let me tell you all a bit about how this poem came to be within me as I have analyzed it a bit further... The mother was actually me, the little girl was me and I was me... I needed to be killed through an act of violence to show me the emotion, compassion, and strength I hold and am able to share with others as the mother. THe little girl is the me that needs to find safety and security in her life and so longs for the reality that others brings to me. The actual me is the person I am capable of being and love so much to share with others; she is the one with strength, insight, love enough for the entire world, and faith to carry on.

I guess there is a little of all these characters in all of us if we look hard enough.

You did a wonderful job with telling this story. You depicted it well. I couldn't have done this good of a job. Emotion, stability, love and kindness as well as strength were all brought out in this and you did it well.