I found this heartbreaking poem while sorting out some old papers.
It was written more than ten years ago by my granddaughter, Hayley.
Don’t Look Away
Rich or poor, thin or stout
You’ll know when bullies are about.
There’ll be eyes that are crying
And those that are looking away.
‘No Sir, I didn’t see what happened…
I really couldn’t say.’
Or the bullies will get me tomorrow,
When you are looking away.
When the bullies shout and push you about
And when you call for help,
I won’t tell you to go away,
Don’t make a fuss dear,
As grown-ups are prone to say.
I will stand beside you and say
My name is Hayley Steele
I will not look away…
©written by Hayley Steele