When I was a very young child
A horrible thing happened to a little girl,
And her grandma later on in that day
I have no understanding as to why
The thought still lingers; fresh in my mind

Early in the day I knocked on her door
And asked her mom, if she could come out and play
She was upset, raising her voice saying No!
But the young child begged! Her Mom said okay
Just don’t get dirty, that’s all that was said!

We played for sometime, so many different things we played
We’d get bored, and then move on to the next game
The last fun time she’d have, would be with me
Making mud-pies, outside the pool area in the grass!

I remember her mom walking towards us, screaming so loud!
I thought I told you! Look what you’ve done! And your clothes; ruined!
You’ve done it this time!
I didn’t know what she’d done
We where just two little girl, having some fun!

I said to her; I will see you tomorrow and we can play!
But for this dear child,
Today would be her last day, to ever play!

The sounds of sirens filled the air and the bright lights came from the news team, Which outside they where there!

She had killed them; one by one!
For one was her own child and
Her the child of the other!
What did they do to you to deserve,
This horrid thing unto them; you’ve done!

This question still remains fresh and new in my mind!
I still have no understanding as to why!