Lost Little Girl…

I do not know if you are alive or dead.

I see your face your voice never

forgotten.

The sun does not rise in the morning, nor

fade into the west without a thought of you.

I mourn; nights are sleepless and morning

eyes fill with fire.

No one more cherished, more loved, my

heart bears scars of torture.  Where are you

“my lost little girl”?

 

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13 thoughts on “Lost Little Girl…

  1. So strange. You verbalize what I dreamt last night. Only I don’t know if I was looking for my youngest daughter when she was a little girl or my granddaughter. They morphed into one in my dream. Thankfully, I know where they both are. A moving and sad poem that I’m afraid is true for many.

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