Poor Little Angels Poem by Angel Teukie Teukie

Another scream,
Another shot of pain through your body.
Another bruise to join your collection.
Her name is Lily,
She is but six,
Nice and sweet,
But mummy prefers me,
Mummy likes me better,
than my little sister.
A knock on the door,
A key shoved inside the key hole.
Daddy is home,
He's drunk again,
Angry again.
'Lily you brat! ', he shouts.
You arrive into the room,
Holding the doll I brought you.
'I hate you! ', Mummy shouts.
'I hate you! ', Daddy screams and slaps your gentle
face.
'I'm sorry! ', you beg, but it's already too late...

Her name was Lily,
She was but six.
Another angel has gone to sleep.