Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Little Girls Cry

       She looked through eyes
    That had saw thousands of days
More days then she cared to remember,
          But remember she was.

      It was the child in front of her
That sent this sudden flash before her eyes.
               Of days long gone,
             And mostly forgotten.

            The little girl was crying,
                Crying for candy.
Begging with all her heart for just one bite
                   To deaf ears.

             She watch as the little girl
          Tugged at her Mommies shirt,
            Tugging for attention that
             She was not going to get.

          Oh how she wanted to go,
              Go and pick her up
          And take her to the counter
      To buy her anything she may wish.

       But it was none of her business,
                    Not her child.
                There was no abuse
                  Just mild neglect.

           The law would not care,
          All she could get would be
             Trouble for her effort
                 If she intervened.

        But oh how she remembered
          How badly she had wished
             For that Candy Apple
                Oh, so long ago.

              At the county fair
     With her sister she had romped
           And played all day
   With Mom and Dad just behind.

               At the days end
               The sun had set
         The rides were all so bright
      Whirling and flashing in the dark.

         Dizzy and tired they walked
         To the gate and there it was.
            A little shack stacked
       With bright red Candy Apples!

        “I want one” she had screamed
          And tried to run to the shack,
               But Mommy’s hand
                     Just held tight.

     Squirming and twisting she remembered
               Did her no good at all.
         Mommy was talking to Daddy
         And could not hear her at all.

          Tears streamed down her eyes,
             The tears had blinded her
             To all the fun she had had
                 And all her joy fled.

           It had fled and not returned
                      Until this day
                    As she watched
                   The Little girl cry.

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