cheryl davis miller
Ruthie's Story - Poem by cheryl davis miller
I spoke with a little girl one day
a child of sixty-two.
You ask, 'How's she a child at that age? '
I want to explain to you.
While still quite young she met someone who
was tainted by evil hands.
They introduced her to worldly things
a child can't understand.
As often happens Ruthie withdrew
have I, yet told you her name?
This I'll tell, Ruthie’s life went to hell
M.R. is what they would claim.
This child once bright shoved into the dark
with those who would not progress.
Ruthie complied not breathing a sigh
none questioned why she digressed.
A child’s life altered forever
from all that she may have been.
Sacrificed on the altar of lust
and one sick evil man’s sin.
This story is sad we can agree
it’s one in many out there.
If we'll watch and pray, act in some way
no more this sad tale will share.
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