Little Girl
just a child entrusted to my care just a child crying "why weren't you there?" oh, sweet one how can you ask this of me? my sweet little one I was blinded and could not see a busy young mother called by many different names a *too* busy young mother sadly unaware of his games I did not know - could not see how can you not help but blame me? for you were . . . . just a child entrusted to my care just a child crying now "why weren't you there?" know this . . . . always, my child I long to wipe away your tears always, my child I would make your sadness disappear can you forgive me? I fear I cannot forgive myself learn from my mistake - be ever watchful over your own children so you will never hear this same cry why? why? why? forgive me, Mom(İBEW 1998) 05/19/98
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