Poems for JonBenet written by Carol Anne
It's that time of the year again,
right after Halloween, when families
make plans to be together and the isles
are filled with red and green. A time
when we are suppose to be happy, give
thanks and celebrate Christ's Birthday.
But sometimes I wonder, "why does it come
so fast?" For soon the 25th of December
will mark your death. Three years ago I
saw your face for the first time. I
remember that day very well. I remember
your blond curls taking up the whole tv
screen and your green eyes staring straight
through mine. I will never forget how you
died or the aftermath that followed. Three
years and what do we all have to show to you?
Nothing. No justice, it just sleeps as you
lay underground. It seems some have forgotten
that a little girl was killed on Christmas day.
Why? I will never forget and I'm sure many others
won't either. I
love you little one, and
I won't give up on you.
Merry Christmas Jonnie B !!!!!
August 6, 1990 a little girl was born.
A little girl with emerald eyes and golden curls.
A little girl with talent and knowledge beyond her years.
A little girl with a smile that could brighten the world.
A very special little girl. A little princess others would call her.
A little beauty queen she would later be known as.
December 25, 1996 a little girl was killed.
A little girl whose death teared at the very soul of many people.
A little girl whose hopes and dreams were shaddered at the hands of
someone she trusted.
A little girl everyone shouts justice for.
August 6, 1997 a little girl would have been 7 years old.
A little girl who is now known as a little beauty queen.
A little girl who died a hidious death.
A little girl who graces the cover of every magazine.
A little girl who is the topic of every talk show and every debate.
A little girl everyone cries for.
December 25, 1997 a little girl would have celebrated her seventh Christmas.
A little girl who would have had all to live for in the world.
A little girl whose voice and face is a constant image in our minds.
A little girl that has become everyones daughter.
A little girl every mother aches for.
A little girl that haunts peoples dreams.
August 6, 1998 a little girl would have been eight years old.
A little girl who would have had all the love the world could offer.
A little girl whose death has gone unsolved to long.
A little girl who is looking down at us right now.
A little girl we all demand justice for.
A little girl whose image will never fade from the public mind. Never.--Carol Anne
Each night the stars shine like
brilliant fireflys in the blanket of
night. Each day the sun burns
brightly in the blue covern sky.Beyond the stars and the sun
lies a heaven that is beautiful
in all its glory. Each day and
each night angels come toget-
her to speak and to sing of a
name that will be heard throu-
out all enternity.
JonBenet
On August 6, 1990 a little girl named JonBenet was born.
A little angel who shined on stage like a brilliant white star.
A sweet baby girl who was killed Christmas night.
A little girl who never got to feel the wonder of being seven.
A little princess who is playing with the angels in heaven right now.
A sweet girl named JonBenet who left this earth before her time.
A little girl who will never be forgotten, who will always be in our hearts.--Carol Anne
Dear Sweet JonBenet
The whole world is weeping for you
The little angel in Heaven
You are looking down at us from the above
We can feel your tears when it rains
We can feel your hurt and pain.
Oh JonBenet little princess, little darling
who did this to you, why? Who decided
to end your life?
We don't understand why this happened to you,
everyday we read about you, everyday we see your pictures.
We make-up theories and yearn for more news on you JonBenet.
Sweet JonBenet.
Your face stares at us JonBenet, it haunts us everyday.
We see you in our dreams, your eyes staring at us.
Your pretty blue eyes, your golden curls framing them.
You beg for justice JonBenet, as so do we.
Somehow we can wish, that you are at peace. Are you JonBenet?
Are you at your peace? We prey for you JonBenet, everyday, everynight
we whisper your name in our prayers. We care JonBenet, we care for you and
all of the fallen Angels.
We want justice JonBenet!
We want justice for you and all of the innocents who die under evils hand.
Will there be justice? We can only wish and prey.
Oh JonBenet, what happened to you Christmas Night?
Who took you out of your pretty pink bed? Who carried
you to the darkness of the basement and robbed you of
your innocence and dignity? Who JonBenet?
Who took your life away?
From day to this day we wait.
We wait for a answer, any answer will do.
Any answer the Boulder Police can give us. But there is none.
So another day will pass JonBenet and your death will remain a mystery.
Oh JonBenet, Sweet JonBenet, little darling, you are in heaven now.
You are with the angels, you are now, JonBenet, an Angel Child.--Carol Anne
I see her in my dreams at night. A little blond girl so pretty in her
ballerina gown. The sequins sparkling from a light I can't see. A little
girl who had so many hopes to fulfill, so many dreams shaddered one fateful
night.She doesn't smile in my dreams nor does she frown. Just a blank look
across that pretty face. A look I try to understand, but can't. A look I
wish I would understand. A look that shows so much sadness deep in her
soul.I know her by her name. I see her face on Tv and on magazines. It is
those haunting images that follow me to my bed. It is those images that
cause me to think of her in my sleep. Questions flood my head all at once.
Questions I want answered as much as everyone else does. Then slowly I
close my eyes, those images and questions im my mind. I then, with my
eyelids closed drift off to sleep. It is then in my dreams I see her.It is always the same for me. Engulfed in a mass of neverending blackness.
Then I see a slit of light. A light that will grow as brilliant as the
star that quided the wisemen to baby Jesus. She then would appear out of
the light. A ghostly glow would surround her small frame as she walked
towards me. I would be face to face with her. Her blank face staring at
mine. Blond locks framing her much adored looks.I plead with her. My voice echoing in the darkness demanding to know who
killed her. My voice begging her for answers. Why then would she come to
me and udder not one word? Why? Thats what I don't understand. Then
looking deep into those pretty eyes I begin to understand. As she slowly
dissappers into the brilliant light it is all clear to me. Clear as it
should have been in the beginning.She is in other peoples dreams to. A small child that will haunt everyone
elses sleep. A little girl that wants what we all want.
Justice--Carol Anne
A little girl was born on August 6, 1990.
A little girl with golden hair and blue eyes
A little girl with talent and beauty.
A little girl who performed in Child Beauty Pageants.
A little girl who lived in a palace.
A little girl who lived the life of a princess.
A little girl who was found dead the day after Christmas.
A little girl who was killed by someone she trusted.
A little girl the whole world is weeping for.
--Carol Anne
JonBenet you are an angel in Heaven, a child in the lords arms.
A little angel with golden wings and a halo.
JonBenet you are in heaven and forever there you will stay with god and his deciples.
You are such a sweet child JonBenet.
You were a innocent girl taken away too soon.
You will always be remembered JonBenet.
Your image will never fade.
--Carol Anne
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