
By Beverly Greene
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I remember
all the dreams
you had for
the future.
You knew
that once
you got out
you'd get to be happy.
Are you?
I remember.
I remember
how you
hid your
heart away
to protect it
and preserve it
for that special one
that would
want it.
Yes, little one, I remember.
I remember
how you wanted it all,
the fairy tale.
Someone to love,
someone who loved,
someone who would
hold you
and softly whisper,
"It'll be ok!"
I remember.
I remember
your pain.
I handled
your suffering
when you became
too weak
and helplessly
watched as you
slowly died
and I took over.
I was sad
to see you go,
but glad one
of us could
finally rest.
I remember.
I remember,
innocent one,
how our pain
slowly pulled
you out of
my arms
as I tried
to comfort
you.
As I watched
your last tear
fall,
I promised
you
that I would
go on,
I would
live for you.
I swore
I'd live
your dreams
and I locked
them away
deep in my heart.
Now I feel
them cry for you.
I'm not what
you wanted
me to be.
But, I remember.
Yes, even if it
does no good,
I remember.
I will always
remember you
and my promises,
the promises
that keep me
alive.
You, I won't
forget
so that someday
you can see
your dreams
come true in me.
I will remember.
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