On a Cool spring Morning an Angel came to me
Eyes of Hazel Skin of Silk,
Weak and Battered, Scared to say the least
Kayla is her name, she just turned 8
Someone stole her laughter
Leaving her with Pain filled dreams
Why oh Why do are Children have to cry.....
By the hands of two who were to show her love....
Many months of rehabilitation
Doctors mend her brocken bones
Kayla is loosing this battle from within
Doctors surround this little Angel of Light
It's not quite 2am when I get the call...
Denise they tell me, We have some bad news
Kayla is weak, There is nothing more we can do
She's calling your name with tears in her Eyes
Hurry please there's not much time...
My Heart is breaking my Spirit has died
May 21, 2008 at 2:48 this little angel of light
Fell into my arms and said these simple words
I Love You DeeDee I'm going home
Tears filled my eyes, My Soul became weak
Kayla my Love I softly spoke
I Love you Deeply,, I shall Miss your great Smile
You are My Angel I so Behold
Kayla drifted off with a smile upon her face
A picture I'll hold until we meet again
Why I ask must a child live this life
Why oh Why,,, as the tears fall from Heaven
Brocken is my Heart My Spirit left to mend
Kayla My Angel,,, We shall meet again.


Update: as of this morning Kayla's parents will be
tried for Manslaughter for the death of there daughter,,,
Again I ask Why,,, Why does a child have to pay the ultimate price for Drug addiction,,,

That was beautiful and so sad. I'm glad to see that the parents are paying but it's just not enough.

No words...

My heart goes out and prayers go up...

She was in pain that was for sure. Millions of children have broken bones, and are abused by their parents. It's just sad that most of the time help if any comes too late.

She is in a beter place nopw, one where she doesn't duck every time a hand is raised in her direction.

oh no ...



(((((Denise))))) holding you in loving embrace

oh

((((((((( MOM )))))))))

I just read this and I'm lost for words

Momma I am so sorry

miraculous



our words cannot hope
to ascend
to a station from which we view
such angels innocent and strained
whose soft touch comes from
the antithesis of enormous pain
ask the tortured
for only they understand
kindness
love which is the absence of torment
she understood
yes
she loved
so strongly
and with a purity
she touches us now
through her
medium
do not tell me that i have not heard
from beyond the grave
i have
poignant and luminous
there is no mistaking
this touch

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Denise that is heartbreakingly lovely...


Baby Grace

cherub faced innocent
eyes clouded in pain
a broken smile
battered child
shattered soul
blackened and blued
by hands cruel
vicious wounds
inflicted on a child
so conflicted
pain inflicted
wondering
“why don't they love me?”
innocence lost
tossed and discarded
like last week's garbage
in a weeded field of dreams
so sadly it seems
we use and abuse
our most precious commodity
our tiny futures
once hope filled
now jaded
so hated by a society
driven to acts
even the most vicious
of “animals” wouldn't commit
brutality
inflicted on a child
so conflicted
asking in confusion
as she is so viciously
escorted into
that dark eternal night
“why don't they love me”?

(((((MOM))))

I know that when this child of light closed her
eyes for the last time she got to look upon a face
that was filled with love for her...

You, Mom, are an angel among us...

oh, my



i don't know what to say to this

all i can think is that she was passed from this earth to heaven by the colsest thing i know to an angel...(((mom)))

you

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

As I have gotten older in life, watching my children grow,, I ask myself daily where or what can I do and make a difference in
someone's life doing it,,, Children are my world so for the past
few years I volunteer to an organzation, helping battered and
displaced children and mothers to regain thier lives back,,
I have become very attached to the children to say the least
Kayla was, is a shining light,, her smile lit the room,, her
love for life was amazing,, We spent countless hours
laughing, crying and keeping faith that one day all the pain
in her Soul would be removed...I guess what I'm trying to say
is I did not once think Kayla would ever be taken from me,,
My Spirit is broke at this very moment,, and the Question
is still unaswered,,, Why,,, Dammit Why...

Sorry,,, the tears flow,,, Kayla I know is in a better place
Yet my Heart miss's her deeply,,

((( Familia )))))

Wrapped in my Arms I hold you,, In My heart I carry you
Thank you


Please,, If for just a moment,, you see a child and something seems a bit off,, Question your Inner voice,, look deeper,, You
could make a huge difference in a childs life,,, Kayla has left
her Footprints in my Soul,,,