A little lad I never knew Born to a life of hell This busy fat world just went on And the watchers did not tell. You were starved of love And rifled bins for food Your own mother broke your arm Then silenced you for good. Did no one see the bruises? Or note your half age weight? You were tortured daily but It was noticed when far too late. Oh my heavens how I weep For it always is the same You lived - you died - we never met But I feel I am to blame. Daniel Pelka, died March 2012, aged 4
Tag: Weep
Funeral
Do not mourn my passing For I'm in a better place My pain is gone, my spirit's free And the sun is on my face. Do not cry at my grave site Only my body is there (or only my ashes are there) I've taken the path of eternal rest And my soul can now repair. Do not weep when thinking of me I know you were on my side We must all make this journey And after all - I have only died.
As I See Things 