Crystal pain

Crystal was but
three years old
her little heart
was made of gold

crystal loved her dolly, Maggie
and she loved to sing
she could tell her mommy
almost anything

but crystal never told
about all the horrible nights
when her and her drunken father
would get into fist fights

she never told of the bruises
or the scares all down her back
she never told that if she cried
she'd get another smack

Crystal hid the pain
well for a three year old
but she couldn't take it any longer
her helpless body lays there cold

crystals mother looks at the small casket
she is crying and confused
she would have never guessed
her daughter was abused