Why the Children... ...

Three small girls, cry and bleed, by the hands of a father, so needlessly.
So young in age, they don't stand a chance, they don't even get much of a glance,
before the blade strikes again and again. Blood soaked sheets, blankets and all,
even the pillows tell a story to all. With box-cutter in hand, this drug-induced man, flies into
a rage, slashing three small babes, on their face, head, neck and hands.

Finally the deputies arrive on scene, they're able to subdue the father with taser's, I believe.
The paramedics rush in, and what they see; brings tears to their eyes in disbelief.
Who could do this? they don't want to believe, but were told it's the father most definitely.
Seven Months old, so close to death, along with her sisters only three and five years at best.

The police officers, paramedics and firemen too, all said prayers as they rushed and flew,
each cradled a child in their arms so tight, while preparing them for an emergency flight.
They rushed them to the hospital as fast as they could, on this night a miracle would be good.
All the while knowing what lies ahead, each one of these medics may rest their heads.
A job well done, each did their best to save the lives of the innocent.




This is a true story, that happened very recently. My son was one of the medics on scene, that helped care for these children.



By: Mary Eaton

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