She sits on a rock in the warm summer breeze
she stares at the wings lying there on her knees.
And dreams of a time where pain is no more,
and wishes that she was at Heaven's front door.
Where mommies don't yell, and daddies don't hit
for hunger and anger are her living hell.
Neglect and abuse are all that she knows.
She wipes up a tear and wiggles her toes.
"Will someone please help me?" her saddened
heart cries,
as she brushes a tear from her watering eyes.
She looks at the wings lying there on her lap
and wishes for peace, a long quiet nap.
To you, little child, I humbly pledge,
to help build a bridge and walk a fine edge.
To show up your plight and give you a hand,
and help make you safe as God really planned.
© Liz & Paul McLaughlin
1998
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Why is mommy crying?
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