Title: Tribute to a Child -Very Sad Post by: Veloca on May 22, 2013, 10:07:55 am JUST ANOTHER BROKEN BODY
At last he was born He took his first breath His adventure had started He learned quickly to cry To be fed and be cleaned A hug was so wonderful in between Movement around him Gentle touches, sweet smells Sounds of the living, cooing tunes from those around Warm and smiling, happy and content But something felt wrong, so he cried and was fed This was life, it felt good Colors and sounds, they were all coming clear Children playing around him They called him brother dear This is how it went The time he didn’t know Then something changed He cried for food, but no one came He screamed a little louder He knew they were near He heard the others playing Maybe they didn’t hear He rested for a moment Then began to scream again He was hungry Again no one came What was time? How long had he cried He couldn’t scream any longer So he slept Awakened by hands A little rougher than before His diaper was changed He snuggled in the arms that he trusted Sucking happily on his bottle Time passed again He was dry and he was fed Laying on the floor He smiled at them when they tickled and kissed him Those little innocent souls He was warmed by their love Sometimes there were sounds He would here others crying He would cry too No one heard him Time and more time Crying, sobbing, but no one came He felt the bottle in his mouth It was sour, but he drank A little tiny hand touched his head gently “Don’t cry baby, I’ll share what I have with you.” She whispered, afraid “Just don’t cry baby, don’t cry anymore.” This is how it went For that little tiny babe This was his reality This is what he learned His little bottom hurt so much; his diaper had not been changed So he cried Someone came The hands reached down and grabbed him They didn’t have his food There wasn’t any love There wasn’t any good The hands grasped his little arms They swung him in the air The little thumbs that comforted him He’d never reach again He heard the sound of his bones as they snapped Gasping, screaming, pain Merciful blackness He woke in pain Not just his tummy Now a new pain, much worse He tried to move his arms, but screeched in agony Someone came Arms picked him up Pushed a bottle in his mouth He drank it down to soothe himself Even the bottle couldn’t comfort him He woke in the dark He cried, would he be fed? He heard something in the dark moving toward him It was standing over him SHUT UP!!!!! Then he felt something smash into his chest His head snapped back There was crushing pain He couldn’t breathe Blackness He roused only slightly He could barely breathe, due to the cracked ribs inside He needed to eat So he cried Someone heard him Rough hands grabbed him and shook him so hard….but It didn’t matter anymore He couldn’t feel it His brain sloshing around in his little head He couldn’t feel it His body being banged against the walls It didn’t matter anymore Sirens Men and women who wear a badge Tears Gentle hands lifting him slowly Whispering to him that now everything would be all right So they pleaded “Just stay with us little man, stay with us tonight.” It was peaceful here But the lesson already learned Nobody could be trusted Nobody had good hands So this is what the world had to offer This was what is was to be alive So small and so alone The doctor stood over him He shook his head sadly The baby looked up into the eyes of a stranger The doctor reached down and stroked his cheek gently “I’m so sorry little guy,” he whispered, choking back tears. “I’m so damn sorry.” The little baby closed his eyes And took his final breath So this had been life The baby chose death. To the men and women who wear a badge, to the CPS workers who people love to find fault with…..sleep peacefully tonight. Well done, good and faithful servants…for you are the only ones who try to save the children. A weary foster mom http://www.tucsonnewsnow.com/story/22275976/baby-in-child-abuse-case-dies |