A public awareness book about the various forms of child abuse. A compilation of actual stories the author has collected over the years, phrased into prose and poetry.
LITTLE GIRL IN A LIGHT BLUE DRESS
Little girl in the light blue dress,
All dressed up and grown,
Running ‘midst the dandelions,
Blowing seeds as the leaves are thrown
Here and there and everywhere.
Dreaming seems . . . as she roams
To come easily to this child,
Living in the wild. (Her other home)
Give her an apple to chew on,
Grapes to suck free from the seeds,
Carrots from the garden,
And fl owers . . . some call weeds.
No more doth this little girl need
‘Cept a turtle, or maybe two.
Growing up is easy for this fairy
In her lovely, little dress of blue.
Oh what misery awaits this child,
We will never know-
As she was killed -- by a pedophile;
Now she will never grow.
*Go rest in God’s bosom,
My own stricken dear,
Though the earth fled from thee,
Thy home is there.
I find you still in the smile
That no cloud can o’ercast,
And in my heart,
Till the very last.