Mindy in the Cradle

Sweet little child, laying there

Sleeping so quiet, without a care

           

Believing in the goodness of the world

Waiting for the sign of truth to be unfurled

Sure that love and truth always came

And that parents and God were all the same

So certain was that tiny little heart

That the realization came with a horrible start

No one came when she wept

Could it be they thought she still slept?

‘It must be that they can’t hear my cries’

So she called out louder, and to her surprise-

Rather than love and kindness to meet her call

Angry words upon her little ears did fall

‘Shut up, it isn’t that Bad-

And you have more than I ever had’

Confusion and sadness, anger and fear

That is not what she expected to hear

Little eyes searched her parents’ face

Longing to see love and Grace

Ripped from the comfort of her innocent world

And into the world of pain and hurt she was hurled

Unable to see others as the ones that were bad

She believed the blame was hers for being so sad

Little Mindy in the cradle, longing to be free

‘If only I could be loved just for being me!’

Little Mindy in the cradle, shivering and cold

Longing for someone to love and hold

By Mindy Hawk. All rights reserved.