She was such a pretty child, as pretty as could be. The darkest hair and greenest eye’s ,
My little girl of almost three
She lived next door and you would often see her play outside. Putting all her dollies in a wagon for a ride. I often thought how beautiful she would be when she’s grown. she was just the cutest thing as she played there all alone.
You only knew her parents from a passing wave or “hi”. We did not want to socialize each time that you would try.
You sometimes heard us arguing when you where in your yard. I know the problems people have can sometimes make life hard.
You thought we where just loners because we kept to ourselves. Thinking we might think your nosey if you tried to offer help.
“They never bother anyone” the neighbors say. And the little girl can only go out back to play. You only saw us come and go we never stayed outside. I bet you often wondered when they act like that..”have they something to hide…
One day you heard us arguing louder, much louder than before. As you looked out my little girl was standing by the door. Her little face was bruised and tears were running down her cheek
You wanted to come over here, but you where much to scared and meek.
Finally when the screaming stopped, and everything seemed calm. You saw that little girl was being held close to her mother.
I sat and rocked her back and forth as I was crying too…Just standing in the back yard there was nothing you could do.
Nothing you could ever do, would be of any use. This mother and her little girl were suffering abuse.
“She had better call someone and get this thing resolved.”
But it was not your business and you cannot get involved. As you spoke with neighbors , about what went on, they all agree that it was sad…it’s something we abhor,
“It’s something we must over look we cannot interfere.”
But , now you all sing a different tune, as we all gather here.
The neighborhood feel guilty for you looked the other way. Are you all responsible for being here today? You feel the anger and the shame because, you all stood by, Knowing now you could of helped, but didn’t even try. And now this little three year old, so beautiful to me surrounded by her dollies, just the way she loved to be is in a little casket, with her body limp and frail. I her mon is in intensive, her dad is now in jail.
The funeral home was quiet, beacuse you all realize the reason you must get involved was right before your eyes.
“Abuse in any form is something we must all resent and fight with every tool we have to save our innocent.”.
by Tanya smith