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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This poem sounds so personal. Am I right? It tore my heart to pieces; So well versed, so well written…
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It was…but needed to be written and shared with my friends in my community. Thank you for stopping by… Ann
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So sad 😦
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Thank you for visiting… Ann
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…Sometimes I wonder about a vulnerable but guiltless boy? where is he? Is he still alive? I only get glimpses of him sometimes…
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What a sad lament. The heart’s cry is so poignant.
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Reading this brought tears to my eyes. My heart is with you.
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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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Yes, too many times. Thank you for your comment. Ann
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Reblogged this on Prose and Possibilities.
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Thank you so very much for the reblog. Ann
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Oh! Oh! Oh! Poor Baby. All of us.
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Thank you for reading Little Lost Girl, I lost two daughters in 2010, this was just a “thought” in the process! You have wonderful post on your site, all are enjoyable reads. Ann
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