The Story Of Becky Mae
Dear God my prayers I offer you,
To help me
understand,
Why children have to suffer so,
At the hands of an evil
man.
A friend of mine whom you know well,
Missed
school again today,
And when I stopped to check on her,
What I saw caused
me dismay.
Becky Mae was not feeling well,
Her Father
stammered to say,
You will not be able to visit her,
So please just go
away!
With that he closed the door real quick,
And as
I turned to walk away,
I glanced at an upstairs window,
To see the face of
Becky Mae.
Tears were streaming down her face,
As she
slowly waved her hand,
I sensed it was more than being sick,
But I didn't
quite understand.
I hurried home to tell my Mom,
How I had been
turned away,
By a Father who reeked of alcohol,
And of the tears from
Becky Mae.
Mom told me about some rumors,
That had spread
throughout our town,
How a girl was picked up wandering,
In a tattered
sleeping gown.
It was said that her name was Becky,
And when
the policeman drove her home,
The Father of the house explained,
That his
daughter did often roam.
He said she suffered from an illness,
That was
rare and known by few,
And the fact that Becky would not speak,
Seemed to
confirm his story was true.
The more I thought of my little friend,
And a
conversation we once had,
When Becky's question surprised me,
"Are all
Fathers really bad"?
When I asked her exactly what she meant,
She
just lowered her head and replied,
"It's not my Father I'm talking
about,
"Cause he would never make me cry".
This story I have shared in many
classrooms,
Encouraging children to come forward today,
If they are
suffering from abuse in silence,
For I'm that little girl, called Becky
Mae!
~valentyne~ ©
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