97 Shawna Luttrell
I've known nothing but the hurt,
that you've given me.
The nights of ruined happiness,
that you've ridden,
of me.
My mother,
I remember such days,
when you cried in front of me.
What was I to do?
To help you.
I was the child so long ago,
before this,
who would've held you.
In my small but delicate embrace.
If I had yet someone who,
would've shown me,
exactly how to,
love you.
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