The little church mouse

Crooked smile,

Freckled face,

Sparkling green eyes,

Dimpled cheeks.

Just a sweet little girl

trying hard to hide the tears.

Hoping against hope that someone would find out

and do something about the fears.

She tried to hold it together

by her sunshiny disposition.

But all that really did

was put her in a precarious position.

They would take her to church and Sunday School

and teach her about Jesus and all of His rules.

But the rest of the week she'd have to put up with all of the screaming about absolutely nothing.

Everyone knew.  How could they not with all of the yelling and fuss?

But her sister was sick, so that was there excuse

for all of the what is now called abuse.

But back then they just did what they believed the Bible said.

And now I'm afraid of the slightest noise, any yelling, and let's not even mention confrontation.

I do have an opinion, and that's why I write, because to speak out of turn would give me quite a fright.

Just call me the little church mouse who lives in her quiet little house. 

Shhh.  No shouting allowed.