She was an angel made in heaven
And Tabitha was her name
She was just seventeen months of age
But it was death that brought her fame

Her mother lay unconscious
As she cried with all her might
Fear would soon envelop her
As the day turned into night

The Department were too busy
They'd been here many times before
But they didn't search the house
When no one answered the door

She called out for her Daddy
But he simply wasn't there
The neighbours were void of hearing
Was there anyone who cared?

Her mother lay still and lifeless
And her skin was blue and cold
There was no one to comfort her
There were no arms for her to hold

A flame too soon extinguished
Now many hang their heads in shame
She died alone with her dead mother
More than one must share the blame



* * * *

This was a true story that happened
in Melbourne the other week.The
Department of Human Services ignored
all the warning signs and a young
mother who was battling drugs and
alcohol died alone with her daughter.
No one questioned their whereabouts
and nobody became suspicious as
the pram lay outside and the child's
toys were left untouched.How very
tragic that a child is left to starve
to death as society once again lets
her and her mother down dismally.

I am in motion
I am blue
Love is an ocean
I'm anchored in you
- Shawn Mullins

Cold hands means a warm heart

Betty Lou Hebert

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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