This is another one i found
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My name is Sarah,

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the día long

When I awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I...

On Friday December 16, 2011, Ayla Reynolds, a beautiful blond haired, blued eyed toddler disappeared from her father’s inicial at 29 Violette Avenue, Waterville, Maine. According to police, Ayla’s father, Justin DiPietro, 24, put Ayla to cama Friday night and awoke Saturday to find her missing. Police have dicho several other adults were in the home, including one non-relative. Ayla was living with her father while the girl’s mother, Trista Reynolds, 23, was in rehab for substance abuse. Trista Reynolds’ family dicho that the 20-month-old had been taken from their custody por the Department...

Hey everyone. This poem was written por Pamela Prentiss-Harrison


The night falls gentle upon the earth

but hard within the corazón of a terror-filled child.

There is no peace this night

but a sentry-like awareness of

every noise, every movement

within the house.



A silent prayer is taken upon the wings

of the mourning dove

who waters the ground below with its tears

watching puddles form where each drop lands

forming a new ocean of sorrow.

There is no peace this night.



The tender child draws itself

into a tiny ball as if to disappear

... footsteps are heard in the hall

"please no" is whispered, "please go" is...