This page dedicated to 

Elizabeth Marie, 
My granddaughter.
Adopted and loved very much by her new and non-abusive family.

Elizabeth was a victim of child abuse.
She was sexually abused by her biological parents
and removed from that home while still a young toddler. My daughter and her husband adopted her a year after fostering her in their home. She was the most beautiful child, yet she was so distant. She wouldn't let you hug her, kiss her, or even sit her on your lap like most children do when visiting relatives. She appeared withdrawn and distant.

She had a reason, she was abused !

She is 6  years old now and doing great. She climbs up in our laps, give ole grandma great big hugs and kisses and  we love her
more than she will ever know....
Thank you God
for sending Elizabeth to our family

We Love You Our Little Girl

Read her story below by
clicking on "Childs 1st Birthday".



Poems written by children.

Daddy

Daddy said:
I was a pretty girl,
Daddy said:
a princess.
Daddy told:
me he'd never hurt me
and make everything alright.
Daddy said:
that what we were doing, happens to every little girl.
Daddy said:
he'd never hurt me, boy did he lie.
all I want to do now is cry.
Daddy tried to rape me,
but didn't get very far.
Daddy was mean to me,
and hit me oh so hard.
Daddy called me names,
I didn't understand,
then he told me I was a bad little girl.
Daddy you're confusing me and I don't get it.
Daddy if what we are doing is OK,
then why can't mommy know?
Daddy I don't want to see you,
you hurt me so much.
now my heart is broken and I have no trust.
Daddy, you weren't right, you were so very wrong.
now mommy has me, Daddy
and I don't have to see you.

Luv always,

Jen, 13 years of age. 

If I Could


If I could take away the pain,
Erase that which has been done,
If I could give back the peace which once dwelled here,
I could learn to love those who have laid a hatred hand on me,
If I could cover the eyes that strip me,
Of all my dignity and pride,
If I could catch a shooting star within my heart,
And find the light inside me,
If I could climb that hill in front of me,
To escape the fear below,
If I could stop this devil from invading our souls,
Perhaps there would be something to live for,
If I could fool the sun to come down from the sky,
Maybe I could chase away the dark,
If I could bring back all that has left,
There would be no more.

By a twelve year old girl who was once there

The Beginning
I know what he wants
I refuse to comply
He makes me angry
I try to get away
My hands find the wrong place
While I'm in shock, he enjoys it
I run away, he follows
I never feel clean again
--J

Please Stop Hurting Me!
Please don`t hurt me anymore
For I have no idea what you hit me for.
When you hit me, I get so scared
For I need my life to be spared.
I cry all night till the break of dawn
Trying to figure out what I did wrong.
I am so very small, you see
Just need you to be proud of me.
Please just love me and don`t be mad
For I didn`t mean to be bad!
Please love me and take care of me,
Let me grow up, I`ll make you proud, you`ll see.

S. Allison 

OUT

A weak child
Whose strength lies
Only in the midst
Of her shoes.
The determination
Whose hue is
Faint
Emerges from
Her swollen extremities.
Indecisive of her
Confession,
Quiet qualms
Live inside of the
Deterred body
Which she resides in.
No one knows
Only she has the
Option of letting the
Truth which her
Innocent shamed soul
Feels can only
Kill her
Out.

by Judy Gambetta 

A Lullaby - For the Inner Child