Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry

"Someone look after my little girl"

The words that she last said

My world now changed forever

My precious mother's dead

No one there to understand

I lock the pain away

Why doesn't someone think to ask

Is the little girl OK

A would that never really heals

That is my broken heart

A word, a song, a memory

My composure falls apart

It is my deepest secret

No one will hear me say

That scared and shattered little girl

Never really went away

No one ever sees this

They know me as the clown

I laugh, I joke, I act the fool

And pretend I'm never down

Our time together was too short

Before you had to go

No mother and daughter things for us

Still I miss you so

I have a daughter of my own

And stange as it may be

She has your eyes, you nature too

A gift from you to me

I also have two boys

Two of them as you\I am so very proud of them

And know you would be too

But this and many other things

You didn't get to see

I just don't understand mom

Why God took you away from me

Heaven must be short on angels

He also took the rest

I am the last one left here

He only takes the best

Do you ever hear me cry mom

When your daughter cries alone

Are you the one there helping me

When yet another problems born

There can be no other answer

I find strength from deep inside

You must all be here with me

To weather another tide

Someday we will be together

I will hold you near my heart

Once more there beside me

The pain at last will part

(c) Hannah MacDonald

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