Not One More Day

There I sit inside a sink

Waiting to be bathed.

There I sit all choked up in a bed

Waiting to be fed.

Are you a good mommy?

Or are you not?

You hurt me so many times

but I love you so very much.

Someday I wish you would play

just play with me all day.

But instead you're in a room

with some old man I say.

"Feed me!   Love me!   Hug me!,"  I cried.

All you did was send a man to whip me on my side.

Now I hate you deep inside & I wish to see you no more

but I just sit there hoping you would change.

So far away from you I say

but I wish there was just 1 more day.

  By Reba (age 12)    June, 2008

RAD child & survivor

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