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I Swear

The little girl said "mama come and sit in here with me. " Then mama said "what do you want?" she said "I am lonely." "but I am right here in the next room and I am on the phone." "mama I know that but I don't want to play alone- and I am lonely play with me." is what her daughter said "Well it is about that time that you should be in bed." The tears rolled down her little face from her mother's reply, then her mother wiped away the tears her daughter cried. "Baby please don't cry" she said "we have a lifetime here, I'll play with you tomorrow all day long okay? I swear." She tucked her into bed and kissed her on her dampened cheek, she didn't know that inside pumped a little heart too weak. The next day came and then the same the conversation played now she would give anything to get back just one day. She sang to her that one last time and tucked her into bed she didn't know her routine would be changed for life instead. "Baby please wake up!" she said "the doctor's on his way, please wake up so we can go outside and we can play!" Her heart had stopped about midnight she had one final dream now her mother's tribulations echoed in her screams. Her hands were cold her face was calm but had a certain daze of all the pain no longer felt about those lonesome days. It was too late her mama knew how much she really cared, but did her baby know she meant it every time she sweared? Her mother screamed and felt insane an unavailing cry and had to plead with God in disbelief her baby died. "God please give her back to me God please this isn't fair, give me one more chance with her I'll make it up I swear!"

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Date: 5/5/2016 4:50:00 AM
rawne' clinger, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. --SKAT
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Date: 4/22/2016 11:11:00 AM
great to read.. Rawne... linda
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