A couple of days ago there was a report of a child found dead at the edge of the surf on a beach in Queensland . The place is familiar to me and this baby’s death so bizarre I felt I had to write a poem as her requiem or to release it from my mind. There is more coming out each day on this case and it just seems to get worse, but none of it will help her now.
We are fortunate to be living in this lucky country, but sometimes things happen that have no logical explanation and seem too terrible to even imagine. This was one of them.
And then on the news
From where buildings have views,
A child had been found near the water.
Laying dead on the sand
In this make believe land,
She had to be somebody’s daughter.
In the home of the stars
And all of the bars,
Of fortunes and loving with smiles.
Maybe this was a case
Of wrong time and wrong place-
Maybe nobody thought her worthwhile.
This poor little soul
Only nine months old,
A victim of psychotic neglect,
Her tiny soul lost
As they consider the cost
Of parents whose lives are a wreck.
Imagine her life
Daily trouble and strife,
Her fear and what she was thinking,
Such a tragic event
When three people went
To the beach for some drugs and some drinking.
I know someone cares
That this baby died there,
Where the waves continue to roll,
It’s a bad thing to hear ,
And to happen right here ,
Just so sad – may God rest her soul.