The little white fingers <br />Poke out of the ground <br />A little white body <br />Waiting to be found <br />Lying in the field <br />Under some dirt <br />With bruise marks all over <br />And a ripped up shirt <br />I look at the body <br />And I feel it's pain <br />I sit there and cry <br />In the cold, hard rain <br />I lay down beside her <br />Grab her cold hand <br />Imagine her fear <br />When she was looking at that man <br />I pick her up <br />And hold her in my arms <br />Wishing I could have <br />Kept her safe from the harm <br />She rests in my hands <br />I hug her tight <br />I think about the things <br />That happened that night <br />My father got mad <br />Found a little girl <br />Took his anger out on her <br />When I saw her I hurled <br />He killed her that night <br />And now I miss her <br />Because that girl <br />Was my little sister<br /><br />Cheyenne Ashley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-little-girl/
