'suffer Little Children To Come Unto Me'
I'm the child that no-one See's, no-one ever remembers me, I live across the road from
you, the one with bruises, black and blue, the child who never speaks or cries, the child
with sunken dark ringed eyes.
I watch you as you walk on past, from the dirty bedroom window glass, I never smile or
wave to you, my arm, like my heart is broken too, but that's something I must never
mention, my bones mend without attention.
I don't get hungry anymore, although my throat gets dry, I try to forget how I feel, and
watch the world pass by. I saw a lady with her dog, he pranced and played on grass, I
liked that very much, just watching from behind this glass.
One day I will play outside, and I will have a dog, the sun will shine upon my face
instead of dirty fog, of all the dreams I had today, this one I will keep, I'm going to
play with this little dog, once I fall asleep.
With such a start I turn around, the door is opening wide, and stepping into this lonely
room, he grabs me as I hide, my frail body thrown around, my head hits against the wall,
he smiles at me, he's oh so pleased, as I hit the floor.
As he turns to leave the room, my eyes become a mist, he hit me really hard this time,
full force from his fist, I used to find the strength to stand, I'm usually ok, but this
time it's so different, I'm being pulled away.
On wooden floorboards where I fell, I'm certain I see God, he has come to take me home,
and with him is a dog. As he takes my lifeless hand, and lifts me to his chest, he tells
me there will be someone, me they won't forget!
'Suffer little children, to come unto me, for theirs is the kingdom Of heaven'
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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