Redemption of a Child

It has been years of terror, pain, nightmarish hell! Little girl in faded cast offs, shuffled from back room to main office. Disembodied voices, cubicles, paperwork, a drab cell. Letterhead, Department Of Children Services, an address and phone number. Eyes suspicious, blond hair ragged. Nevada midsummer. Woman, excruciatingly thin, pale, tired and sunken. Child, fearful, nervous, confused emotions drunken. Summer, its mama, please remember me. Child, through fog of lies and time. A lonely little flicker, remembrance possibly? Four years gone, milk carton child, young innocence stolen. Home lost no more, hell traded for future gossamer dreams, golden. Summer Gratias