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Faith & Grace |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA 
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She was only five Learned her colors from her mommy’s eyes Blue, black, purple, green and yellow The hues of bruises Left by fists and needles Scars hidden from prying eyes By long sleeves of ruses Mommy drinks to forget Parties on without a trace Of tears for the tears On her baby’s face Fear of herself Fear of failure Holds Mommy’s hand around a bottle That never fed her child She was only five When they took her away Gave her a home that is safe They taught her to pray Told her God loves her And they do too But she misses her mommy To this very day Mommy made promises never kept Little girl tears were silently wept She’s growing up quickly Mommy’s missing it all… Most of the time she’s Too drunk to call And her daughter’s heart Is slowly turning to stone She was only twelve When trouble started But when asked she can’t say why Day by day keeps passing by At this time of her life She should feel beautiful When instead she believes She isn’t worthy of the love She’s been given and received She’s with the wrong crowd She’s cursing out loud And drifting away from home Those who care are now aware She’s smoking and drinking God in Heaven What is she thinking How could she suppose Thatthe sins of the mother Are hers to re-pay By one more drink or Even one short day Of feeling she’s guilty Of an anger she can’t control She feels it in her gut If she’s not good enough For an inebriated mess How could she ever Be anything less Than what her nightmares Taught her she’d be… Mommy’s Little Bad Girl Worst branch on the family tree Yet time will prove That mountains are moved By her mustard seed of faith That before and after Any sins are committed She was healed by the stripes Of an amazing grace Her life will rebound God’s blessings surround When she dreams of things to come Home is the place She’ll learn the right ways Someday proof of that faith Will reveal itself as that grace As the light that shines in her beautiful eyes Reflects in her own daughter’s face [This message has been edited by icequeen (03-09-2006 08:58 PM).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Very nice poetic story (need to reread for typos) ((that nasty oldspacekey just doesn'twork attimes) Gloom |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Eeek... neither do these old eyes work at times, especially when they most need to! Thank you dear one  Caroline |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Caroline~ The delicate sensitivity of this piece is poignant~ I hope to read and re-read it ... and with your permission, share it with a small group of pre-teens that I mentor~ (Let me know if that's all right with you) *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
This story is so true for so many foster kids and it's a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it, it brought tears to my eyes. huggs kim |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
A very moving poem Caroline. Thank you for sharing. |
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