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The Little Girl

They'd look at her and say “what a happy little girl.” But it wasn't always that way. Surrounded by loving family and friends until that dreaded day , her mother, a complete stranger, came and ripped it all away. No more giggles and laughs. No one to tell her I love you. She had a new mother, a drug addict. Nothing her family could do. All she had was the memories, thinking of the single person she wished to be with. She would tell her she'd be with her forever, that was just a myth. But at the time, it was thought to be true. The happy little girl cried every night, thinking of her family, wishing with all her might that it was only a bad dream. Now she's fifteen, grown up too fast. She's saw things that shouldn't be seen by such young blue eyes. Now the happy little girl is mad, angry at the world acting bad lashing out in a rage. She still cries at night, her tears tie her down. She wishes she could sore like a kite, and leave this world of hurt. Maybe one day she will. Now she seems so lost. She has climbed up a steep hill, and can't find her way down Maybe she is just scared, she'll fall on the way down. So she sits and wonders if her mother cared, or if it was all a game of pain. People look at her and say “what a typical teenager, I wonder why they are all that way.” Angry at the world , making their parents pay. Parents, she questions. She makes her father and mother pay. For she loves her parents, she loves her MOM! The one that made her a happy little girl, back in the day.

Copyright © June 2001 Heather Lynne Edgington


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