On the night before Christmas when all through the house the keyboards are clicking, the cases from Websleuths strewn all through the house.
With case upon case my poor heart does hurt, but fingers still flying in search of the truth.
When what to my weary eyes should appear but an arrest warrant so clear, I thought for a moment it must be a dream, so off to my IPad with a new head of steam.
The trees are adorned and the stockings are hung as we wait for the autopsy reports to be done.
The children have suffered and tears they fall , but we’ve no where to stop ‘til there is justice for all
Sherin was known for the milk and the tree, but jail is the new home for Wes and Sini.
Mariah the beauty smiled in her princess crown, til Momma hooked up with the scourge of the town.
Caliyah the preemie was barely a dream, but Dad’s in jail in need of a defense team.
Adrian Jones had a smile like the sun, but Dad and step-moms freedom is done.
Gabriel was to sweet for this world you see, but his killer just got the death penalty.
Sterling was starved just 7 pounds, his parents trial has yet to come round.
Bella who was known as Baby Doe, off to prison the boyfriend did go.
Adelynn got out of her seat and boyfriend of mom’s her he did beat
One baby on a trip she did go, head first in a bag and away her momma did throw
They are not all for whom our tears did fall but a few of the angels we all do recall. Too many were hurt and even more died but tales of what happened left strangers who cried.
One is too many. Will it ever end? No end is in sight we must find a way, to protect the babies each and every day. No visions of sugar plums dance though their heads just memories of pain and feelings of dread.
Sherin and Mariah, Gabriel and Adrian, Bella and Liam, Sterling and Adelynn,
Caliyah and Adaline, Teghan and so many more, off to heavens away you did fly where no one will hurt you or make you cry and strangers who love you bid you goodbye
Grouchymom