Sara was a little girl
Known to be very sad;
For in this world she had one friend,
But not a mom or dad.
She lived at St. Bartholomew's,
An orphanage and school,
And hated father Macabee
Because he was so cruel.
So often times he'd beat us kids,
Tho’ never’d tell us why.
And mattered not were we to beg,
Nor even were to cry.
Witness to him telling her,
‘Sad Sara come with me.’
Didn’t stop what he would do
Once knew where none could see.
‘Little girl’, he’d calmly said,
‘I’m told that you've been bad.'
Sara said that she'd been good,
But this just made him mad.
Despite of all who heard her screams
Not one had said a word.
Instead they just continued on
As nothing had occurred.
While I stayed hid with both my hands
Clamped tightly o’er my ears,
I saw Sara’s darkling eyes
Drop scores of sorrowed tears.
When silence fell, I can't describe,
How terrible the sound;
For knowing then that Death had came,
And Sara's who he'd found.
At dinner time while no one asked
Why Sara didn't show.
I just sat, refused to eat,
And wished they’d let me go.
Even tho’ I fell asleep,
I still could hear her screams.
But then awoke to Sara's voice
No longer in my dreams.
To her lips, a finger pressed,
She smiled and took my hand.
Then she asked if I would help
With something she had planned.
Through the hall and down the steps
We never made a sound.
But still the fear of being caught
Yet caused my heart to pound.
Once outside, she hugged me tight,
And told me not to weep.
Then she led me to the place
Where silence cannot keep.
In the graveyard Sara spoke
Tho' not sure what she'd said.
Until I saw, what understood
Her asking were she dead.
Was covered there, 'neath rotting leaves -
The body of my friend.
Such a sad, little girl;
Deserved a better end.
As my tears fell to her grave,
I heard Sad Sara scream.
Countless nights these screaming tears
Have woke me from this dream.
‘Please go to father Macabee,
And tell him that I lied.’
Saying this, she took my hand,
Then led me back inside.
‘When he'd asked if I’d forgave him
Right before Death came,
I said yes, but must confess,
Have now denied his shame.’
‘So I've remained, as to ensure,
He’s punished for his crime.
And also tell him I can wait,
For all I have is time.’
My first reaction was to say,
‘No; there's no freaking way!’
But then considered Sara,
And eventually said, ‘Okay’
At his door, I may have knocked,
Tho' still don't think I did.
Yet right before he answered it,
Sad Sara went and hid.
His eyes were dark and distant
As he grabbed me by the wrist.
And when he tried to pull me in,
I knew to scream out this -
‘Sara said she lied to you!’
His face turned almost gray.
After which he slapped me
While demanding, ‘What’d you say?’
Anger turned to terror
As he saw her change in me.
And nearly’d made it to the door,
B'fore Sara's rage broke free.
Instead was slammed from floor to wall,
Thrown by an unseen force
Nothing could have stopped our rage;
It had to run its course.
The next thing I remember,
I'm alone in my own bed,
And trying not to smile on hearing,
‘Oh my God, he's dead!’
The last time I saw Sara
Was the day I got a home,
I believe she's moved along;
Her spirit’s free to roam.
So that was my narration
Of Sad Sara and her friend -
A girl so sad, who I believe,
Deserved a better end.
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