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Sarah's Poem

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.  There are thousands of fathers & mothers like Sarah's- read the poem as though either parent, or both, can be to blame.

Take some time to reflect on this and acknowledge that this can happen, and that people like her parents, her dad or her Mum do live in our society.
 We pray that child abuse will end - someday.
 

Sarah's Poem

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen

I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad

What else could have made
My parents so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly

Then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my parents do come
I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car
My parents are back
From Charlie's Bar

I hear them curse
My name they call
I press myself
Against the wall

I try and hide
From their evil eyes

I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry

They find me weeping
The shout ugly words
They say its my fault
That they suffer at work

They slap me and hit me
And yell at me more
I finally get free
And I run for the door

They’ve already locked it
And I start to bawl
They take me and throw me
Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken
And my parents continue
With more bad words spoken

"I'm sorry!" I scream
But its now much too late
Their faces are twisted
Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And they finally stop
And head for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah
And I am but three
Tonight my parents
Murdered me

Author Unknown but supplied to us by a supporter of
Grandparents Apart Self Help Group Scotland.
 james@grandparents.co.uk