The Little Girl Next Door. Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

She is not there.
She is gone.
No more shall I see her.
I no longer hear her voice.
I will never forget her.
The little girl next door.

Her dark hair was like silk.
That smile was so pretty.
Her name was Milika.
She was eight years old.
A happy child, she was.
I will never forget her.
The little girl next door.

It was unnatural to die like that,
Everyone around was traumatized.
As I was first on the scene,
On that terrible night.
Nothing could prepare me.
For what was in store.

The days that followed.
We were full of sadness and sorrow.
Shock all over the neighborhood.
She was a child.
I will never forget her.
The little girl next door.

People all over came with flowers.
Little teddy bears and furry toys.
The path was covered in blossoms.
Interwoven together.
I will never forget her.
The little girl next door.


I saw a man walk by one day.
He was rough and ready.
Yet he stops,
Then, he bowed his head, to pray
For. The little girl next door.