Helen Antonas

Helen Antonas Poems

I saw on the news a little girl was raped and killed
Only 8 years old, her life not yet fulfilled

What prompted that animal to do the things he did?
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It's been twelve months since you passed away
We still miss you terribly each and every day

If only a cure was found to let you stay here
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To my wonderful Nana.. may she rest in peace.

I had a wonderful nana, Jean was her first name,
My parents loved her oh so much they named me the same.
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Rachel is my niece's name
Her parents think she is insane

Yet they are the ones she learnt everything from
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Someone answers the calls all day and all night
Volunteers giving their time to help make things right

The calls come in, one after the other
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We have a little bird, who we call fat willy
You might think it's odd or even a bit silly

He's a big fat willy wagtail who lives with us at home
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7.

I see a little angel coming down from above
Spreading good wishes and loads of love

She’s fluttering around me, I wonder why?
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Helen Antonas Biography

I am 43 and live in Perth Western Australia. I write poems because they just come to me.Mostly about things that happens from day to day. I hope you like them.)

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Murder Of A Child

I saw on the news a little girl was raped and killed
Only 8 years old, her life not yet fulfilled

What prompted that animal to do the things he did?
Why would anyone hurt an innocent little kid?

There will be many How's? Why's? and When's?
All unanswered questions, the asking will never end

The family of the child has to live with the grief
The heartache, the sorrow and the disbelief

What about the killer's family? Didn't they know their son?
Didn't they know that he would kill a little one?

They have to now live with all of the shame
Are they the ones who should be blamed?

Their son is a killer, sick in the head
How would they feel being the parents of the dead?

My heart bleeds for the little girls family and friends
Lets hope this criminal gets what he deserves in the end.

May you rest in peace little one, away from the hurt
Your killer is the lowest of low piece of dirt

He will rot in jail for the rest of his days
He will get his just deserts; he will be made to pay.

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