Forever in our Hearts. Taken from us too
soon.
I want my
mamma. Please. It’s so dark. I’m so alone. I’m so afraid.
My life was supposed to be full of like and fun and hope.
I was supposed to have the chance to live and love, have children, have a job.
I was going to be a teacher or a nurse or, I don’t know. I was supposed to be
something. I was supposed to help people. I had a chance to be something.
I will never feel the touch of a lover’s kiss or hear the
sound of my child’s laughter as she is tossed in the air. I want to feel the rain
on my face again as I splash through puddles and dance defiantly through the storm.
All my future storms were taken away from me It’s not fair. It’s not right.
Mamma, I need you. It is dark and quiet. Too quiet. I need
to hear the sound of your voice, feel your arms holding me tight. Don’t leave
me here alone. I need help. I need love. I need you.
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