The Untold Story
Of one little girl’s mom, whose life was taken away.
That night she wouldn’t know
Of the pain and sorrow she would slowly grow.
It was the fault of a man
A man with a terrible plan,
To pull the trigger
To make a hole bigger
In the heart of a family, and of a girl,
She was only three.
She’d miss her much, so very much
She would never get to see her wonderful mom again.
Only in pictures, and in her dreams
But those are never as they seem.
She’d try and try to wish her back
But she could never seem to get on the right track
Her hugs, that’s what she’d miss the most
Now her mom was just an angel, a ghost
She loved her grandma and grandpa,
But now she called them mom and dad
Though eventually she’d moved on
The pain in her heart had never gone
She loved her grandparents all the same
And she would never be ashamed
With the help of her family she had written a new page,
Three, she was, that’s the age,
A new chapter, a new story in the book of life, despite her age.
By this time she was twelve, not very old
She knew the rest of her family had a heart of gold
For taking her in, but they replied That’s what families do,
They stick together, no matter who
They loved each other all the same
And they all shared the same blame
The blame on the man who had made the journey harder for them
And so they very much disliked him
And now I’m through with this story,
This story of tragedy and hardship
But I should tell you this story does have a good end
The family lives happily ever after, the end
But before you go, now I should inform you who that little girl was
She was only three,
But that girl was me.
Written by: Taylar G
October 5, 2009
(Michelle’s Daughter)
Written the same time on the same day as “The Untold Story” -did not know at the time.
Something very special is happening.
I can’t see your face,
Because, I don’t know your name.
I am with you,
Because, I know your pain.
See, I have not seen your face,
But I know your soul.
When you are ready
Set Free
Your Story Told.
I make out your words,
But cannot see your face,
It doesn’t matter
You’re not alone
You hold a special place.
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