Just a Child
I was only two years old
with beautiful brown eyes and hair
I was just a tiny ole thing
still needing care
I loved to run and play
learning new things
was everything I had to gain
My life was cut to short
for my mother wanted much more
If you watch CNN
You should know then what happen
If I knew that day
I was in harms way
I would have never ran into
my mommies arms
I was found after I turned only three
but the only thing left of me
was my skelton and bones
I guess my mommie has
what she wanted now
a 8x8 room
with pretty steel doors
My life here is much better
It has clouds and blue skies
and the most beautiful Angels
that ever have I saw
Copyright © Kristi Weatherman | Year Posted 2009
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