Hanna-Rose, <br />Is eight-years-old, <br />With an attitude, <br />Sweet and kind. <br />A caring heart, <br />And beautiful eyes <br />The perfect smile, <br />That's sure to blind. <br /> <br />Hanna-Rose, <br />Is eight-years-old, <br />With a secret, <br />She never told. <br />Home is where, <br />No one cared, <br />This is where, <br />She is always scared. <br /> <br />Hanna-Rose, <br />Is eight-years-old, <br />With a father, <br />Mean as Hell. <br />With a hit, <br />And a slap, <br />He made her promise, <br />She would never tell. <br /> <br />Hanna-Rose, <br />Is eight-years-old, <br />With the pain of a beating, <br />She's too small to take. <br />On the floor she lies, <br />Still and quiet. <br />Her father waits, <br />For her to wake.. <br /> <br />Hanna-Rose, <br />Is eight-years-old, <br />With a stone, <br />Marked with a horrid date. <br />A little girl, <br />Who loved the world. <br />But help came for her, <br />Just a little too late..<br /><br />Jessica Beal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanna-rose/
