Who cries for the little girl, lost and all alone?
Who for the little girl, now fully-grown?
Who mourns for the little girl, not allowed to be one?
Who grieves for the little girl, whose pain is never done?
Who comforts the little girl, left to comfort her Sister?
Who consoles the other two, who have really missed her?
Who speaks for the little girl, left without a voice?
Who chooses for the little girl, never given a choice?
For these little girls, there is naught I would not do
To lessen the torment that they have so bravely fought through.
It is I, who cries when empathetic tears need be shed;
It is I, who apologizes for a 'wrong', long-since dead;
It is I, who would have ended the pain-had I only known-
So the little girls left as such, were never lost and all alone!
*Inspired by the poem: Who Cries For The Little Boy? , from the movie: Antwone Fisher
-Maurice Harris,19 February 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Heart breaking. Truly beautiful. Touched my heart. Thank you for sharing.