My Hell

Daily I think of my missing three, Numerous questions haunting me. Are they happy and well, Or are they in agony and Hell? Do they know how I love them still, That them not being here is not my will? Is it love or hate they feel for me? Never again my face do they want to see? Do I cross their minds, even a little bit? Or do they not think of me, not one wit? I pray that they are happy and well, I pray that they are not living my Hell.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/6/2011 3:56:00 PM

I do not know if this is one is written about a topic or based on your life..If one gives children up for adoption, they can't know how they will be treated.. One can think if a person wanted to adopt children that they really wanted them therefore, they are getting good care..Sara

Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Date: 10/7/2011 12:53:00 AM

This is still a work in progress. They were taken from me. It was not my choice that they be gone. I will add more to it when it comes to me. No my work has not been seen. I have been working and going to school. Trying to make my life better.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/6/2011 3:57:00 PM

I haven't seen your work in awhile..Sara