For Baby Lollipop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by allenmw

A tribute to a crime that happened in Miami in the early 1990's

For Baby Lollipop


He should have felt the cool breeze

pushing back his hair as he spun

on a merry-go-round,

the sky playfully

spinning among the trees,

or a kitten,

or another hand, his size, clutching him

in glee.

He should have done so much more.

If he had lived...


He died at three,

tattered and thrown into the weeds.

A little life from a dark place;

A progeny from those

Who had no grace.

Battered because he cried;

shattered because he was hungry;

and stuffed in a dark closet,

his little life slowly ebbed through the holes

in his clothes and his soul…


He must have had that final cry.

A cry for help that could not stop

till the stern hand of punishment

gave him peace of death.

A pitiful cry for help

To those who were supposed to care…


Rest in peace, Baby Lollipop.

Heaven is a place of tears…

Submitted: December 30, 2019

© Copyright 2021 A.L. Whyte. All rights reserved.

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A.L. Whyte

The parents responsible for this crime were arrested and charged with murder. The sad thing and reason I wrote this poem for the Herald was because at that time the State of Florida had a simplistic view that children belong with their parents, no matter what. The state knew of this abuse, but still gave the child back to the parents. The rules were changed afterward. He was called Baby Lollipop because when they found the deceased child he was wearing lollipop pj's.

Mon, December 30th, 2019 5:50pm

Prism Persona

This is such a beautiful poem, and that is incredibly horrible! How sad that help arrived so late!

Mon, May 11th, 2020 7:34pm


I don't often write, directly, about social issues, but I sure do appreciate those who take them on. Thank you.

Sun, September 20th, 2020 9:20pm


Thank you...

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:44am

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