His Little Girl

I wrote this poem a while ago for a friends website on speaking out about child abuse...

His Little Girl

(2-12-09)

He never showed a smile,

When she came home from school.

His little girl, with a few bruises

That no one ever knew.

No one ever asked, when she smiled

As her eyes were red

And they just looked past

The two cuts on her forehead.

You see, she was scared

She didn't know he was wrong

No one told her

No one asked what was going on.

She had a friend, a little boy,

Who was the only one who knew.

He understood,

Because it was happening to him too.

She would pray every night

Asking the Lord, "When will it end?

He tells me he loves me,

But why does he hurt me again and again?"

His little girl

Eight years old, never made it to nine;

He got drunk one night,

Threw a beer bottle right at her spine.

Now she can't voice her story

That's why I'm sharing it with you.

Actions speak loud,

But if you never ask, You'll never know

What words can do.

Copyright ©2009 Kelly Marie Hatch