Milk Carton

I saw her once I remember; On the back of a milk carton one December, Eyes like saucers filled with innocence; I wondered who was crying over her absence, It angered me to think who would steal her away; From her home; her life; her routine of everyday, Who would steal this child from her parents arms; Deprive them of her bright little smile her charms, And I kept on pondering and thinking; My thoughts kept getting darker and sinking, Deep into a dark dark corner of my mind; A vengeful place fueled by hate raging blind, But then I looked again at her angelic face; And I thought that for a minute I could erase, Those hateful feelings; for they wouldn't bring; Her back to her loves ones under their wing, Away from whatever place she was now; So I told myself that someway somehow, This beautiful child would not stay lost; And I prayed that at whatever cost, This milk carton soul would soon be found; And her captors be impaled into the ground...