Stolen

Written by: Christopher Wellbelove

A child giggles
Playing a care free game
Runs round and round 
In imaginary circles
The laughter growing uncontrollably

Stolen

A child excited
Explores their new world
Parents guide inquisitive mind
Through the maze of all to learn

Stolen

A child warms
In the arms of their mother
Safe, secure and loved
Gently drifting 
Into peaceful sleep

Stolen

You stole
But never gained
From the very first time
You raised your hand

Stolen 

Replaced laughter with sobbing
Hope with fear
As you struck 
All that was good about you
Was stolen too.