A little girl in a pink dress <br />Sits on a bench <br />Alone <br />Waiting for her mother <br />In a crowded shopping mall <br /> <br />Nobody pays her any mind, <br />They have their own families to go home to, <br />Their suppers’ are waiting <br /> <br />But a man in a black jacket <br />Is watching her, <br />Every move she makes <br /> <br />Shock <br />Is on her mother’s face <br />When she returns <br /> <br />She asks everybody <br />Her eye can see, <br />“Where did my little girl go? ” <br /> <br />A little girl, six years old perhaps, <br />Follows a man in a black jacket <br />Innocent, unsuspecting <br />Of the horrors of the world <br /> <br />Nobody saw anything <br />Because nobody cared <br /> <br />But the next morning <br />They would notice <br />And they would care <br /> <br />A little girl in a pink dress <br />Found <br />Dead<br /><br />DaunaLee Martens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-girl-in-a-pink-dress/
