Lullaby for a Battered Child Toys in darkness far away, shining in a box in my mind, just beyond my reach. Mama’s sleeping, Daddy’s not here, they can’t hear us, in our secret hiding, just you and me.   Punished children soon grow up, mixed up feelings, emotions, they don’t want to know.   Someone hurt me long ago, still inside me, someone loves me now, I don’t want to go. Joe Dolce   Photographing Black Wallabies By the time I raised the lens, they had gone, the black wallabies on the track today, I missed the photograph—except this one.…