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Someone's Baby Girl

You kiss your pride and joy, Your beautiful baby girl. Your every prayer was answered When she came into this world. You crawl into bed And your husband holds you tight. You turn on the news, Like you do every night. When there on your TV, Is someone’s baby girl. They show an old picture, Big blue eyes and pretty curls. Now she cuddles on her mother’s lap As they conduct the interview, Her mother cries and begs for help, And you’re thankful she’s not you. “My daughter’s sick with cancer, And her daddy’s not around. She was diagnosed four months after We laid him in the ground. I work two jobs, and it helps some, But still is not enough. Dealing with her treatments Has been so very tough. “ You try to close your eyes, But just can’t fall asleep. That baby girl stays on your mind, Her pain makes you want to weep. You walk down to your kitchen And pour a glass of milk. You notice on the carton, A little girl dressed in silk. At the time she was only give, and somehow disappeared playing in her own back yard; that’s every parent’s fear. Time has passed, and her mother prays She’ll find her way back home. Others tell her to give up, But her heart will never loose hope. It really gets you thinking About your precious baby girl And how lucky you are to have her, Your light, your love, your world. You peak into her room As she sleeps gracefully, And you pray for other children To be as safe as she.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/23/2009 4:47:00 PM
Moving poem Ashley, i wrote a poem called " Missing " about a little girl. Our children are so precious, and to see the harm many come to is so sad>>James
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Date: 8/20/2009 9:28:00 AM
My only mail charity is St. Judes. They do outstanding work. They have just been involved in the development of the H1N1 influenza vaccine. Your poem touches. Vince
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