| Dear God, I have so many questions... Things I just can't figure out. I have been looking for reason... But just can't find none. Maybe you could help me... Give me just a few answers... And then I'll be done. I have seen the news tonight... Seems so many people being bad... Hurting others in so many ways. There was a daddy and a mom... Even a little baby too. You see, the little baby cried... And his daddy got very mad. Are you still listening God? 'Cause here comes the part I just don't understand. The man on TV said the mom was working... And the daddy stayed home with baby and drank. Everything seemed fine at first... But then, Oh my! How things changed! Little baby was hungry... It must have been a long time since he ate... Because he tried to tell his daddy... The best way that he can. He was just six weeks old... Innocent still in this mean, mean world. He cried for his bottle... But the man on TV said that's when his daddy got mad. His voice screamed at the little baby... As he kicked and cried in his crib. He didn't know what the words ment... And he was getting more hungry. That's when the TV man told us what the little babys daddy did. You see, daddy got up from the couch... And with quick feet... He raced to little babys room. He has had so much to drink... The TV man said he will claim he didn't know what else to do. Little baby started to calm... As his daddys eyes came to his bed... But before he got what his little tummy was searching... His daddys hands made him dead. No more cries filled the old house... No more reason for mommy to work... All her money was for little babys food... For their house that used to be home. They say the daddy was taken to jail... The police man took his there himself. And the mommy cries all the time... Now that her little baby is gone. God, I just don't understand... Why couldn't little baby just be fed? Why did the daddy do this to him And kill him in his bed? I thought you loved all the babies... And protected them from the bad! Aren't daddys supposed to love us like mommys always do? Or is it just that we are always so bad, God? My little sister always used to take my toys... And sometimes, even I got very mad! But I could never hurt her God... 'Cause she don't know any better. At least that's what mommy told me... And I believe her! God, didn't that daddys mommy tell him that too? Or did she used to make him all black and blue? God, there was lots of other stuff the TV man said... But most was too complicated for me to understand. You see, I am just six weeks old... And I wish I didn't cry that night in my bed when daddy got mad! ~Written by Angel Kay~ Copyright 2002 Angel Kay |
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| DEAR GOD... |
| Copyright 2002 Angel Kay |
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