Precious Little Girl

At the tender age of five,

she watches daddy close the door

little does she know

her family is no more.

At the tender age of eight,

her mother seems so far

as she drinks away her life,

from a mason jar.

At the tender age of ten,

she feels a darkness closing in

Her lungs are filling with water,

She only wishes she could swim.

At the tender age of twelve,

the voices are too loud

telling her to end it all

yet no one hears a sound.

At the tender age sixteen,

she meets her dreadful end.

She looks so damn beautiful

surrounded by flowers sent.

It shocks her mother sober.

Her baby is no more.

A tear slips down her father’s face

as he closes the hearse’s door.