sweet poems

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.