Thank Heaven For Little Girls

(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris) Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and Unable to understand, why I will never see you Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or Playground because someone decided to take What the world had found: Three beautiful little girls, With ponytails and bright faces Whose pictures and stories have Turned up in so many places To tell stories of torture and abuse To show the world that you refuse To die down and disappear Because if you do I fear That no little girl will be able to play alone Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone Increasingly, day after, day, I wake up In the morning and I hear in the news that Another little life has been taken by a crazed maniac I then immediately think of my precious 7-year-old and quickly react: I say dear God, sometimes I reach down to hold her tiny Hand, and I still come up feeling Powerless and helpless and unable to Understand why I must never let go of Of her hand... But God, I still thank Heaven for little girls.