A social worker's intern recalls a tragic day. |
Eight Candles There was a place in that big old graveyard, Way back in a shady corner, Where the grass didn’t grow too good, Flowers were extinct and weeds flourished. A sweet little girl named Cheryl Deserved a much better place To rest her young tainted and battered heart. She drowned in the bathtub Wearing fresh bruises the paper said Eight candles on the cake I gave you Just three weeks before Why is this white girl crying? Their eyes said accusingly Why is her boyfriend a pallbearer? Why? I wanted to shout Because I love her like she’s my own I was there when none of you were When you lived in jail, or were too strung out To even notice you had a daughter I’m the one that cried with her In a cold sterile doctor’s office After learning at age seven The only memory of her sorry ass father She had was the gonorrhea he gave her She never had a fucking chance And yeah, I blame you bitch All it took was one look in your bloodshot Eyes to know you knew The only reason I didn’t hit you then Was out of love and respect for that little girl And how ironic that you show up here Like a crack head version of June Cleaver On this day When you were absent so many days When she needed you like she needed oxygen It was your maniacal selective vision that led Seven-year-old Cheryl to be sterile I try not to hate you Just like I try not to hate This agency that didn’t heed my warnings Took six months of writing reports To even get that doctor’s appointment I told them something was wrong With the new placement, I felt it deep inside me But this agency told me There was no reason to be emotional You need to separate yourself they said So, I want to look straight into your eyes And excuse my tears But I want you to know I didn’t separate myself Not for a single solitary minute I made sure Cheryl laughed and played And got to be the little girl she deserved to be Even if it was just for a few minutes Till her play clothes were dirty And she kissed me good-bye with Bright red Kool-Aid lips Thank you she said shyly No, thank you I said See you next week I said But I didn’t So while you might expect me to be A robot representing a place I no longer believe in I won’t give in to you My boss smiled and tried to make small talk Hiding from the intensity of my gaze I knew then it was time to walk away and I did. I pity myself if there comes a day when a child’s death Doesn’t hurt me And deep in the core of me pain I pity me if that day ever comes I slipped one hand into my boyfriend’s And the other into my mother’s I said thank you for standing beside me today I thank God for you And for giving me the strength To honor a little girl that was a gift My only happiness in this situation comes From knowing You will protect her now She will be safe And she will have unconditional love Wrapped around her Healing, finally in a place worthy of her I looked up at the sky I felt her presence I felt You looking down at me I sighed through my tears No longer caring what people thought And said I Love You Cheryl. |