Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

The Child

By: Kristine Beulke

I heard a child cry last night,
I wondered if there had been a fight
Between the mother and the father.
I pray they did not hurt their daughter.

I saw the child this sunshine day,
She went outside in front to play.
Upon her cheek I saw a bruise,
Colored blue and grey.

"I reported my suspicions,
But no one made restrictions."

Days later, I heard them fight again,
This time an ambulance came.
Such a shame.
I'll never see the child play,
Or hear her laughter throughout the day.

For the ambulance that came that night,
Took the child...

out of sight.