The List

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    This poem was written in memory of Lisa Steinburg.


    Sorrow comes to us all sooner or later. Where our children are involved we may wish and pray that life's sorrows will not find them until they are old enough to understand. However, for children like Lisa and millions of other children around the world this is not usually the case.

    For many children born into a violent home the only peace they will ever know is when death's comforting embrace releases them from their 
    short life of pain.

    The List

     The heart cries.
    No one hears it.
    The soul dies.
    No one sees it.

    A child's body is found.
    Battered
    Bruised
    And torn.
    Slipped through the cracks.
    Everybody mourns.

    Little Lisa's name
    Has been crossed off the list.
    When she was murdered the world was shocked.
    When she was buried the world forgot.

    Another abused child lays silent and scared.
    Afraid mommy or daddy will soon be home.
    Another child. Another name.
    And the list grows.

    Little Lisa's gone.
    But her suffering lives on. 

     

     


     

     

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