Black Snow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Black Snow



Watching black snow fall gently, quietly into her soul,
cleansing, calming, soothing it from the pain it has beheld.

Caressing, hugging, the frightened little child, attempting
to allay the fears of reality done to her.

Misting eyes, overflowing with the sadness this world has
forced upon her without remorse or care.

Such a little one with innocence torn from her, what
monsters have created this abusive technique to wreck
havoc in this child's mind?

What horrible memories to carry through this life, alone,
so young!

Where are the caring people whom she was told existed by
the good nuns at the convent on the corner.

Even they did not see the evil being performed and
perpetrated in front of them.

All horror wrought right in front of those who should
have looked a little farther than six beautiful Mother's
daughters.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There were some horrible cases of child abuse at the Center, my heart went out especially to this one.
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