I loved her so

I loved her and never imagined she wouldn't be here with me

She was amazing the first time I laid eyes on her

her cute little round head her smiles and bows

I knew God had given me the greatest gift to love

I thanked him so many times with my prayers up above

she grew as I watched and loved every minute 

and my whole heart felt it and loved her and was all in it

she was so smart, special, so precocious in every way

and it made me think how blessed I was for all days

she grew up more and more and I did everything that I could

almost everything she ask and hardly any no's that I would

bestow upon her if I couldn't help it.

It's not that I thought she might throw a fit

but she would be unhappy with no need

why should she I thought, I couldn't see

life is tough enough with the hurts and the no's 

why inflict them to our children, let's make life go

in great directions and excited and great to be alive

to live with joy, love, peace, contentment, and no strife

I tried to protect her as best as I could

to give her stability and education I should

she had her life, her love, and her baby girl

so I had to back off

let her make her decisions

but with a heroin addict?

why such a cost?

then the anger he felt one day 

he strangled my girl left the baby on the bed to play

don't take her life, I beg of you

it's not fair

let her have some precious air

but you wouldn't

and I didn't

understand why

on God's High

I love you my child

like the first day mommy saw 

Please don't take her from me

Please, I'm begging you

wake up, please, wake up

Mommy

Reviews

[paulina misiewicz]

Oh Kyam, your poem...your story...story of your girl..it shattered my heart to milion pieces. I can try and imagine how painful it is for you just by reading it. And you've done right by her. It is purely amazing poem for it is full of woe and love, and so authentic. I wish you all the best in your writing journey, may it soothe your soul.

[rickm97]

Terribly wrenching.
You've been through unimaginable horror. I pray that God eases your pain, but not your love.

[Chris]

an emotion-filled text of love and pain.