Little Alice Cries
Little Alice
torn dress,
tears streaming,
gumdrops and love,
to her denied.
Little Alice
sits alone,
to view the rest,
wondering why,
Why do the children
to her protest.
Little Allice
cries out loud,
Don't they know,
it is not right,
for her parents,
to yell and fight.
Little Alice
bruses on her legs,
her teacher,
to the others begs,
Do something,
for this child,
before it is to late,
to the judge she protested,
do it right to seal her fate.
Little Alice
never cried again,
She just denied,
I fell upon the playground,
then walked away with out a sound,
Little Alice
upon the newspaer, it read,
she fights for her life,
in a lonely hospital bed,
was what it said,
her parents arrested,
even they denied and protested,
Judge ruled never for Alice to return.
Now Little Alice
cries in vain no more,
God knocked upon her lonely door,
in her bed she lay and rested,
while a loving family graciously invested,
in her gentle glistening eyes,
of such delight, love now lies,
Now ther loved, precious lilttle pearl.
Little Alice sits alone now more,
She runs and plays with new sisters....four.
Linda Terrell
December 6, 2009
Sadly not all abused kids are as fortuanate as Little Alice in this poem, for their lives to be
saved and to end up in a loving family.
May God bless all the little children.
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