The AccidentThey think because you're littleIt can't hurt - but it can That you never feel the pain Till you're a woman or a man. "You shall have another" Doesn't help one little bit, When the puppy that they gave you And you loved so much, was hit By the lorry that drove on and Left him - only six weeks old, Lying there - not breathing, But still and dead and cold. They think that they can go right out And buy another pet, And because you're only five years old Tomorrow you'll forget. They wouldn't let me pick him up I couldn't even stay. They took my hand, dried my tears, And bundled me away. I didn't know which way to turn, And so I ran and ran. They think because you're little It can't hurt - but it can. "Through the eyes of a child" by Eileen Smith Reproduced with the kind permission of "Our Corgi World". 26.01.2012 |