Two Little Girls

Posted on April 13, 2010 at 3:39 PM

Last week I spotted something on the telly about the Sunday World Paper including an exclusive book on Irelands House of Horrors.

For once I remembered it when Sunday came round and went and purchased it. I knew it would be a heavy read but armed with Michael beside me I knew he had a purpose for me to read it...I got half way through write just all the pictures in the middle... To Story 4 on page 53... Titled

"Banished from the house to sleep with the dogs" Reading the title my heart bled and I felt my chest tighten and heavy...It began The girls huddled together in the freezing cold with nothing but the dogs for warmth...heavens above and as i read on the story emerged and I found it to be based in Mayo from where I was born and only 30 mins away from my home in Castlebar two young girls in 1993 near the same age as myself suffered terrible abuse leading to the death of one. I heard a voice tell me that she was now ok and had recovered from her ordeal and was watching over her sister and other siblings now back with her parents.

Today I wrote this poem in about 5 minutes and its dedicated to these two sisters

Two young girls

Sat on a Step

Outside there home

Each day they always met

Darkness Looms

No Warmth tonight

Sleeping with dogs

Huddled in tight

Battered and Bruised

There tormented wee souls

How they longed to be loved

To have a place they called home

There mother and father

Just couldn't care less

With buckled straps

He lashed as they wept

No one to care for them

No one that could hear

There deprived little bodies

As they begged and did plead

Only heaven awaited

As one child did lay

When the social came knockin

They packed her away

She died shortly after

Her body a mess

She banged her poor head Of walls

from the terrible stress

Oh sweet little child your finally at peace

your sister did all she could

She finally brought in the police

Their parents did time

but it was not long enough

Now there living like reilly

Pretending all is good

While poverty stricken these girls who had nothing

Bonded together

For ever brethren

In spirit she guards the sister she knew

And is finally at peace

knowing how well she has grew

She was there when she married

She watched how he did taunt

That tight lipped old man

Slim and so gaunt.

No spark in his eye

He knew of his crimes

How he never knew love

How he made his kids walk hard lines

So what of their fate

This twisted old pair

No one gives a damn

No one really cares

For two little girls

Separated in pain

Pray silently to each other

And hope to meet once again

copyright of Dawn Mitchell 13-04-10

I have a feeling a little angel was whispering her words to me in hopes her sister might hear them....

Thank you spirit for been you and for always guiding to where I can help. xxxx