remember

I stood in front
Of the brain
Of a 1 month old child
Someone that child trusted and loved
Shook that baby
Till she died
And I got to see what it looked like
After
Swollen to an unbelievable proportion
To such an extent that I asked
“how could that brain fit inside a one month old babies
Skull”

Who remembers that child?
The person that loved her
Killed her
So who hangs her pictures?
Who decorates her grave?
Who tells her brief story?
Who makes sure the person who hurt her
Is punished under this law?

Every day
I help victims of violence
But sometimes
It’s so far away
It’s a description of events
On a paper
For me
Things I need to prove in front of judge
Its not something
I see in the mirror
And its not
A child I hold
A scar i heal

So I am sorry
To my clients
For the times
I forget
To be more compassionate

I’m sorry for the days
When your
Story seems
Mundane
I’m sorry for not taking every call
Or returning every message

I forget that this
Is your path
To your liberation
And I’m sorry for the times
I forget that
That I don’t help in that progression
I will
Try harder
To remember