Ben

Quickpaws
He loved to smoke.
He loved to drink.
He rarely stopped
To sit and think.

When anger crept into his heart,
A cycle of abuse would start,
And he would take it out on Ben,
His son...
An angel all of ten.

He broke his arm.
He broke his ribs
For telling what he thought were fibs.

The bruises on Ben's neck and face
Were to the neighbors commonplace.
They didn't want to get involved
To get the problem finally solved.

Just last week,
We buried Ben.
He'll never hurt
His son again.

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I was born in Madrid, Spain, but grew up in California. I also spent five years in Somalia, East Africa. I run a craft business that involves beaded jewelry, cedar gifts, and custom signs. I'm actively in...  View profile

  • If you suspect child abuse, seek help from the authorities.
  • You might be the only advocate a child has.
  • If you choose not to become involved in an abuse case, the child's blood could be on your hands

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