Eliza Jane was a tiny thing
She loved to dance, and loved to sing.
The house where she lived was old and broken.
Pointed fingers and rude words, often spoken.
She never had friends in her neighborhood.
Kids would tell her she’s poor and no good.
At school she was smart, but was always alone.
Other students would mock her with a scathing tone.
“You’re ugly”, “You’re stupid” their words would ring,
In her heart, she felt the cold, hard sting.
She tried to be nice, and always had a smile,
Even when it seemed it wasn’t worth her while.
Her mom and dad were always out drinking,
At home, all alone, she spent her time thinking.
“If nobody loves me, I may as well die”,
“I give up”, she whispered, “Why should I try?”
She gave up dancing, she sang no more.
She told herself, she had nothing to live for.
When she gave up in school, one teacher asked why.
“It’s no use”, said Eliza, and she started to cry.
The teacher listened closely to Eliza Jane’s feelings.
He reached out to her, and helped with her healing.
The teacher, too, had been abused a kid.
He knew the deep pain that Eliza Jane hid.
She found the one person, whom she could confide.
His words gave her strength, she felt strong, at his side.
Eliza grew up, and became a success.
She fought through her life of abuse and of stress.
As an adult, she found love, in a life that was full.
She never let the abusers take her control.
The teacher changed her path, when she needed him most.
Without his kindness, she knew she would have been lost.
One Autumn day, she drove to her home town
She wanted to thank him, for not letting her drown.
He was older, and welcomed her, with the warmth of his smile.
She hadn’t seen that face, for quite a while.
He told her that he knew what she had been through,
And understood, what she needed, for him to do.
“Don’t thank me”, he said, “Just learn from what I did”
“You’ll know what to do, when you see an abused kid”
“Be the one person, an abused child can turn to”.
“Remember, how much it helped me, to help you”.
Eliza spent her life, helping children who were broken.
Her empathy was felt, even when words were unspoken.
Be the one person, to help heal a child’s pain.
Be the strength of her teacher, or Eliza Jane.