The light and darkness of this fall,
The auburn and oranges sweetly call,
Piles of leaves and stacks of pumpkin,
The sweaters and pants blindly blend.
Nobody notices the girl on The Bench,
With raven hair whom sits near the ditch,
Waiting and waiting for Mommy to come back,
Though in her soul her feelings start to lack.
Mommy had left her again today,
Tomorrow may be a very long day,
Mommy always left her for him,
Left her behind for all the drugs and sin.
Longer and longer the days go by,
Mommy hasn't returned in three days; she starts to cry,
She's hungry and lost; three hours from home,
Seven-years-old sitting in the darkness of her mind; all alone.
Mommy said to wait; Mommy said to stay,
She would listen to Mommy whatever she would say,
She loved her Mommy but didn't understand Mommy's ways,
More and more go by, three than four days.
She's really hungry and shivering in the rain,
Mommy had never left her this long; never had she felt such pain,
How long would Mommy leave her in the rain?
An old couple came by offering to ease the small girl's pain.
The little girl said softly, 'Mommy will come back.'
Though in her heart she knew the truth lacked,
Minutes than hours, days go by,
The little girl's birthday flew past her eyes.
Eight-years-old still on the white Bench,
Three weeks ago was when she was 1st ditched,
Skinny, boney, lying on the cold wooden Bench,
Blank brown eyes stare at the lifeless ditch.
'Mommy will come back, she loves me she does',
Or the little girl prayed that her Mommy still does.
Another week of sitting on her Bench...
The little girl with tangled matted hair,
Deep raven eyes, cold and lifeless as they stare,
Her last tiny words lost in the wind,
'My Mommy loves me and I'll stay like a sin.'
Her soul was lost to the Heavens above,
Though they all knew her Mommy didn't love,
She had her faith and stayed on The Bench,
Eight-years-old, lying dead near a ditch.
The light and darkness of this winter,
The ice and snow fall to the center,
Piles of snow and files of wood,
The coats and jackets searching for some food.
Everybody remembers the raven haired girl on The Bench,
So small, cold, and desperate near the frozen ditch,
A small little tombstone of the nameless girl,
A woman sitting, weeping, 'My little girl.'
August 29, 2006- The Bench by Hailey Neddermeyer.
AKA- SoraChiKaminari, ColdTenshiEyes, Greedluvr321
