Natasha's Cries

Natasha's Cries

He stands at the bedside,
a big man with tear-wet eyes,
looking at the frail, torn body;
That tough old cop cries.

No one knows just who she is,
a child not more than three,
but what has happened,
is more than anyone should see.

A little silver bracelet
clutched in a tiny hand,
the only clue they have
to the body pale and wan.

The big man begins to shake
and tears roll down his cheek.
He gently touches the tiny hand;
Code named Natasha, so tiny, so weak.

A cry tears from the big man's throat
as he looks at unseeing eyes;
RAGE flames across that tough old face,
NO ONE heard Natasha's cries!

(Taken from a real case with the name changed to protect the innocent. One of many.)