She knows, she sees but  disagrees

with what her senses tell. It cannot be!

Can not... Oh, well...

The years wing by and childhood screams

Against injustice, silently.

Oh, treasure ruined, oh awful cost!

The day is done. The child is lost

Amidst the rubble of the years

A broken doll bereft of tears

Cheated, battered, ruined and bested

Innocence, alas! Invested

In the fog of love and loss

Of hate and need and counting costs

On stubby fingers--two, four, three

A-b-c-d-f- e- g

Ignored she grows and some will say

“You know, she could have walked away...”

She knows, she sees

But  disagrees with what her senses tell.

(C) Linda Settles

www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com