CHILD ADVOCACY
The shuffle of papers,
the low murmurs of voices turned to a soft hum,
the lawyer’s black high heels land hard on the wood floor.
They head through the swinging doors and then to behind her table.
The tension in the room is a thick fog.
All rise
The man who plays God to deliver
the verdict, has just entered into the room.
His robe sways carelessly, then rests as he takes his seat. All sit
The abusive dad looks behind his bench to see his abused daughter in the pig tails he did for her this morning and in the flower dress her grandma bought.
He shaved today for the first time in months, his breath smells of whiskey and mouthwash.
Your honor, sir, I didn’t mean to hit her that hard, I’m getting help. I promise
never again. Can I please bring my daughter home, I am all she has.
Okay, God says, you will get another chance, but this is
the last time
The daughter lowers her black and blue face to hide her tears.
If only I picked up all my toys, she thinks.
Court is dismissed
The father loosens his tie and untucks his shirt as he walks towards his daughter. He grabs her tiny hand and
it disappears in his.
Wow, that is really powerful. I am really impressed with your poem. I would say well done, but it seems lacking compared to such emotion and direction that you have set forth with your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem, I was right when I first told you that you are a person with talent and different gifts. I am sure that everyone that reads this poe will enjoy it as much as I did. And the most important thing is that you are doing it for a Good Cause. Keep working hard and you are a talented and a Gifted Person.
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