Love

by MN age 10

You are a baby goat

that is sick and cold,

blind, hungry and lonely

you are crying, you are

beaten, and fooled.

No one looks at you

they snort, butt you

kick you, and looks

at you with a hard

eye it pierces you.

It rains, snows, and

hails as it pounds your coat.

Finally someone

sees you it is raining

then.  She gets up and rushes toward you

your body tenses.

She does not beat

or kick.  She cleans you,

warms you, and feeds

you.  She makes a

shelter under her

belly, and she has

a soft eye

she sees

inside of you

she thinks you

are special. When

a enemy comes

she will push you

into safety.  One

day she died

you cry and 'cry

over her blood

shed.  She

died for you

and only you

She said I

will love

you my dear. and

she cries  "It

is over!" Her name is Jesus

Mom's comments:  I am not sure about Jesus in the female, but given her abuse history, maybe this is "safer" for her at this point in time.  I did think it powerful.  Maybe that is just the mom in me.  I typed it as she had it written out.  She called it a poem, but it is more of a story I think.